If I am lost
Will you find me?
Here in the dark, under the cold,
Would you reveal me in the thaw?
Ask me to become,
Project my greatness upon me?
Whore me out and sell me,
Capture me and hold me,
Or may I seep into the streets,
Into crack and crevasse,
Carrying with me salt and sand
Polishing the precious spots.
May I emerge when I am good and ready?
Bubble up and touch your feet.
Steep and soak the Tyndall stone,
Cure and coat the meat and bones?