Postcard 209

 
My friend invited me to ego death
Invoking all the loss she'd known --
Lives accompanied past all boundary
She is trying to kill me bloodlessly.
Breath, let go. Breath, let go.

I am flying toward this death,
An arid high place I do not know.
The air compresses beneath this wing,
The naked thrill of lift, aloft and powerless.
Breath, let go. Breath, let go.

I notice first clouds resplendent commonplace,
And all the weightless layers fall away. Mud
Comes down for brick. Light for flick of leaves. Eyes
For blinking desperately. Self for want for need for
Breath, let go. Breath, let go.

Terror of intention tight unwound
Stars burn and blaze to insects coppery,
Bird pickings, tides, weather, wars,
Terror. Then another terror. Then
Breath, let go. Breath, let go.

I am sitting on an earthen porch,
Rocking through my fear. Chirps
of host of bugs, Rejoices of birds. Creaks
of sun-shrunk veins in old wood chair. We
Are riding rhythms each our own to be
Released. Let go Let go