salt shaker
salt shaker
what sprinkled me
into being? why me?
why now? what gifts
do I offer besides
questions?
in the face of eight
billion, it’s hard
to picture a plan—
more like a wild,
haphazard collage
try this, try that, add
a pinch of love
a dash of conflict
longed-for twins
back-to-back typhoons
or maybe it’s Pollock
sloshing paint
onto canvas