GYJ

Washing floors and vistas -

reach back from it - dissolve

in luminous empty being - see me here -

mother and wife and woman too -

these turning swirls of feeling never stop

but deepen into their own finer soul

and feeling more - expand -

until it breaks us -

each molecule that believed

in loneliness and barren futures

or pasts

recreating time in structured integrity

as stars explode and galaxies

cluster in harmonic attraction

and wisdom unwinds

in unconsummated bliss -

and confluence of soul,

uncovering the universal

blessed clutter

-the creative-destructive pulse-

beyond evolving and devolving

and loving endlessly

and letting

it all flow where it will -

yet still, at noon, you find me here,

on knees, on a floor,

holding the promised land

in this fragile flesh-

pooled in water that

transforms anyway painfully painless

to the sea.

Sinking beneath it: More Poetry for Healing