Tears

It is ok

permissible 

to sit in front 

of the market 

and weep

I say that 

to my dry eyes

which have been 

tearless for 

months

it is ok 

to mourn

for lost dreams

for the people

we cannot reach

for the parts 

of ourselves

that we cannot love 

weep 

for the drought 

of tears

reach 

into the bed

of the cave

and pull out jewels

that glow like stars.