LETTING GO
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i wish i could show you
what i am seeing
it would take a greater poet;
some rough and tender genius
with moist Michelangelo hands
to sculpt these lumpy clay words
into a true and lasting testament
to this...
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Beneath me
there is a rock
the rock is half submerged
in water
the water is doing its best impersonation of
infinity
the sunlight can't get enough of the water
it is touching the ripples
everywhere, obscenely
the river is sparkling with pleasure
the sun is that generous deity
that always inspires worship
i am rolling up my pant legs
trying to bare more of myself
i want to prostrate myself naked
under its commanding gaze...
but it is November
and there is a chill
such chill,
and there are leaves
such leaves!
the leaves are rain
out of the clear blue sky
wearing gold and crimson and burnt umber,
they move like exquisite dancers
their
fearless
free
fall
melody
meets
the river's rushing rhythm
...and soon everybody
is dancing!
that log, once tree
now adrift
that goose, once nested
now in flight
this woman, once sorrowful
now crying
and smiling
and crying
the next leaf
does a perfect pirouette
just to prove the point --
this is not a place for statues
no clay will dry here
everything is changing
so perfectly
who can stay sad
while dancing?
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i let go.