New Ceilings
Updated: Apr 9
We watch the trees
for the give and take.
Our eyes cup the weight
of leaves,
the deaths that make
new ceilings
When the heart breaks,
it is as spacious
as when full,
as rip current takes
while the shore expands.
As you grow from my hand
you wane, a moon brightening the other side.
We let the ebb
unburden our hands
when the bloom
is husked by the fruit.
There’s a grief to every joy
when we watch the trees.
Jessica Lee McMillan ©
Published in Blank Spaces Magazine, December 2021