Last night a stranger
in El Reno, Oklahoma
hit this blog twenty-two times.
I don't know a soul in that state.
The endless mystery of it.
I sit in Tennessee
stuffing messages into bottles
and throw them willy-nilly
into a virtual ocean
never knowing whose hands
will find and pick them up
or what they will make of them
when they do.
Who are these strangers
who bother to read
these simple laundry lists
of my heart?
I rarely know.
Sometimes, you must
simply trust in the tides
and let your words
float away.
- mce
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