i.
third time going in,
going under,
hope to god there is a place to surface.
this month long breath has steadied my soul
in countless ways.
there is the memory of joy, now.
and, now, I need it to swim in this pool of confused current and
tremulous waving. I am hovering over uncountable fears, balanced on the edge of my toes.
That something dark that shuts the light, insists upon my rapt attention.
(find a way to find this funny)
(find a way to laugh)
ii.
The animal in me pulls at my hem, inviting
submersion.
come, down, now....
to this deep and static yawn,
there is a dream I have to share.
Before I close my eyes,
I am given a handful of pebbles,
each a choice.
Start walking and stand when you must.
Watch closely, with the vision of a hawk,
to those things that are smaller than they appear.
Open your fist
and let this rain of stones rest lightly,
or else, let it fall and
become the next steps of
your path.
iii.
keep alive the fire in you.
all the love in the world is living in a single star,
look up....
the number of stars is countless.
remember who you are.
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