Dowsing for Tears

“I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter,
but I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry.”
~ Cat Stevens~

If I could cry for us
I would Mark.
Squeezing out tears
wringing them like
gnarled knuckles
against tattered clothes

I would weep
like leaves
prostrating themselves
to the mercy
of the August sky

and I would cry
without trying
or holding back
vulnerable and exposed

to the ebb and flow
of whatever emotion
reigned, dowsing
a tempest of  sacrosanct tears
for you and for me

for the babies
we once were
prostrating myself
before this awesome
enigma of being human