you have your legends and I have mine
there once was a woman from Nantucket.
who drained the fountain of youth with a bucket.
when it finally ran dry,
the people asked why,
and high on a cliff, overlooking the sea, the woman gathered the town to watch the sun sink into the waves. she said in the quiet moments between heartbeats she could hear the echoes of all the lives she had lived, and all the lives she would live. she said if they listened they could hear the same. she said they should not be afraid, that there was no life and no death and no time and no pain and no you and no I. she said there was only void and grace and the pauses between rain drops. the woman fell silent, and the crowd watched as she turned her back on them, stepped to the edge, took the old bucket and chucked it.