What Sustains - Mark Nepo

 The more I am hollowed

by the fire, the more my ribs

spread like the tree of life.

The more I am washed

by the tears of others, the more

my heart rounds like an

ocean shell.

The more stories I tell

of how one picks up another,

the more my hands open

like scoops for grain.

To be what others drink,

to be what others stand on,

to reach what they love-

we should be so lucky

to be worn to this,