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.