a dawning will come

as you choose forward

breathe out stale shock and grief

like particles in the wind

look the truth of that room

dead in the eye as you leave

and pass over the threshold

into your new day

loss is not your portion—

atrophy is not your lot

love covers a multitude

of pieces left on the floor

Anger and Regret

walk there often,

trauma bonding in the pathways

they’ve procreated

little muddy rut walkers

I need to re-wire this fence

before their parasitic parenting

gets to the mother tree

I close my eyes and follow the scent

down memory’s trail

time slows and the air thickens

It’s a weighty cool—

the kind that drinks in navy on a moonlit sky

Suddenly,

I’m standing on a shore called new beginnings

I peer silently at a curious display of joy and wonder—the garments of the river

stitched together in a symphony of movement,

one rises as the other crashes

like waves on a fabric sea

the water is alive with breath

and suddenly I’m aware—

there are others here

we’re gathering at the banks of knowing, now

chests rise and and fall

In a synchronous transaction

we inhale as the water exhales

with a crash and a spray of healing mist

our eyes are as the sky-scene reflected on the surface of the waters deep—

starry and littered with light

We all know we’re here for the same thing

I remove all I came with

and step over the edge

to be fully clothed by the water

instantly I wake and my eyes are open with the fullness of knowing

the weathered hold loosely

molded by grief

and

wrinkled by time

grateful to have held

at all

Knowing that

Resurrection is possible

Only with things that have died

i dreamt of a sequoia in the sand of time again

reveling at the thought of its towering branches

but aging gracefully is learning to let go

accepting the ashes & beauty of a deciduous nature

all the while, planting evergreens as a legacy for the generations to comes

finely crafted

but filthy,

our soiled nature lies

on the ground, we lie

surrounded by a pool

of a garment’s truest tears

til we’re gathered up

and submerged

in depths of deepest red

scrubbed clean in an instant

as life-breath

gives lift and sets free,

like white flags to the sky

chemical subjugation

meditation

and dope

tribulation

medical sedation

to cope

stitched through the bloodline

is an heirloom of illumination

it’s scarlet thread giving rise

to deep literacy for generations

sending out ripples

that change the course of tides

where offspring become

fulfilled promises

of utterances made long ago