walk away within
inside, through and stop
wait, hold and go
away and away
fall and watch, wonder
hurt, pause, see fly
hope and then hope
collapse
What ghosts follow when you track
back so far? Stone foundations,
full of your words, crumble and roll,
and the pine pieces, marked by knots
of pain and despair, age away in
forgetfulness. Is this a blessing,
when the holes appear, let light and cold
pass, allow locked in grievances to leave?
Or does it all remain anyway, underneath
the rusted metal roof – the hurts
that can’t be released, circling around
the structure as time takes it down?
There’s still a place to let it go –
two squares and a circle.
Let go let go let go
Fly from where you stood,
your feet mired in the thick, angry mud
of disappointment and wrong turns.
Your body is no longer weighed down,
like rain-soaked earth.
It all falls away, sweet raindrops
from a summer cloud.
Let go let go let go
The sun lifts you, pulls you in
and you fly, leave it all behind,
freeze there in your mind,
soaring, silent, set free,
then eased into the azure water below,