Lying near the surf, on a crowded beach, their bodies
strewn like stones, I found one I placed in my heart
to better see its features clearly. It’s creases softened
inside my skin, its life renewed from the distillations
of my searching alembic. I saw tears beneath familiar
eyes seeking safety. I dried its cheeks with my hand
and felt its skin warm. Though at first inanimate to me,
it now seemed like a child I once knew. It was hungry,
so I fed the face grown old like mine and saw a smile.
When I turned away from my reflection I saw the beach
again a finite space filled with countless refugees,
their needs no larger than the hearts of those more fortunate.