Thursday, April 9, 2015

Against Anxiety

You go in certainty that mystery
will fill your lungs.
You go with the push
of indecisive wind,
with sun a brilliance
and a sorrow,
with a drifting of older friends
and a sprouting of new.

You go beneath
the beckoning moon,
the stoic moon,
the amber moon
and the unnamed sky.

The rhythm in your ears is the tap
and drum of others’ lives,
the constant beat of yours,
and the subtle song around
of remix and renewal.

You go to dream the dreams of others
and to find that they dream yours,
and you and they are hope
and loss and joy and struggle
and the next great step ahead.

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