A Glimpse of Starlight

It is okay to cry
When you have no why
The way the waves of this world
Hit the sand of your soul,
They may dig furrows where, for another, they smooth
Maybe the beach of your being is rocky,
Maybe there’s not a shell to be seen
(No two shores are the same
And the dunes are new every morning)

It is okay if you cry
And no reason comes—or
If you have a reason
But no tears show up
The tides always roll in, and
They always roll out
And at the end of it,
You are still there:
Wet sand, shining