The un-harvesting of a soul

You whispered "look"

I knew what you wanted me to see

It was there

Yet 

I was already looking beyond it

But for you

I saw it

As if for the first time

And I carried the 

Full

Force 

Of the vision

Plain on my face

Soft 

And astonished 

And I looked back upon 

You

As if 

I needed saving

As if 

I was incomplete

As if 

I would be more than me

With you

And now I perform 

An annual undoing

A molting

Of self

Stripping down to

The barrenness 

Of one

Who keeps their eyes

Fixed 

On a point

And carries an empty

Urn

Ashes already spread

Sweetening 

A field

Being tilled by 

Someone else

Intensity

See the sunrise

Intense and fiery 

An energy

Unsupressed

Filling up 

A wakefulness

Bright 

Necessary 

Then 

Rise up

To a knowing 

That there is nothing

But light 

Find it 

In the heat

Stay there

Catch fire

Until you 

Become

The

Sun

An argument for noise

Silent and alert. Thoughts still. 

Raising up a glass. Empty.

First to smile. Eyes closed.

Tasting the softness. Lips parted.

Never feeling lost. Embraced. 

Last to let go. Always. 

Auguries of Innocence (excerpt)

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

William Blake

Footwork

What if I am more welcome and more at home
Among tall grasses
White-washed trees
Small lilacs and pale yellows
In the places
No one finds
In the usual way?

What if my mind clears
As breezes,
cool and light,
Find their way into
The underneath of
My skin?

What if I get high
On getting lost
And braver
As one foot
Finds it's footing
And the other follows
In a rhythmic stride
More holy
Than an oaken pew?

What if I can cry
Through my breaths
And it
Makes my heart
Break
Then inhale once more to
Spread
Forgiveness
Over each cut, bruise, fracture?

Pacing and breath
Are my only focus
I find strength
In each glance
Across miles
And miles
Of my own resurrection