
there is some muscle
that pulls our attention
toward the dark
some force
a falling toward
inexorable reclamation
death dreaming?
How many ways
are we invited to die?
a teen’s intro to impotence
a loss too large to bear
a desire to close the eyes
and never see again
a swallowed sense of self
so small now
a wish
to un-see
what has been felt
to be
SO MUCH LARGER
than
thissmallself
YET
I sense
an impersonal kindness afoot
leading me through this thick and thorny overgrowth
on to
some recovery
of
what I call my self