Wake up knowing your sleep is the reality Revise your allegiances
Plot your escape
from soggy thoughts
and unrequited grudges
Tear down the walls
that have sold you the lonely separation you’ve confirmed by rote
over lifetimes, again and again
A closed box of echoes
ricochet’s in the dank basement of your memories now surfacing from the South
hands palpating the black walls of sleep
a finger running along the seams
a sudden longing for freedom
a gliding hope to the light
You’ve been living a script of someone else’s making you realize, hemmed in
by the one you became through the eyes of
those who cared for you
as little as they cared for themselves
Come. Let go of the rags of worn-down d/illusions Find in their dangled frays
an inner place that expands in fractals
Feel the spring winds blow through your heart a soft prayer of belonging
as you breathe a tender sip
that irradiates your lungs
with the promise of a better dawn
There is a long night ahead, still
Better get out the candle and stoke the fire dance, make delicious meals to share
whisper stories in the darkness
to keep company to the eons that have passed … until tomorrow
Liberation
The promises of love
broken longings
are taking flight in the transmigrations of continents
One was shot down from the flock
“Who would miss it?”, says the stubborn voice of the wound
The dark loam of the form yet to be is silent, moist, certain of its fulfillment
What else is there to say but Be
In the gentle womb of buds tantalized
By life’s call to open To live, finally