Confident,
that I could set aside my indiscretions?
I don’t know.
I’m not sure I like the question.
“Why do you ask?”
I’m asking in my head,
but I’m afraid I know the reason.
Up to,
and until,
and into
this present moment;
I have been vague,
like words of betrayal.
You may have taken me
for a liar and a thief,
I wouldn’t call you wrong.
This time though,
it is I who know
that a traitor’s words
cut to the heart
and I don’t blame you
for a second.
Trepidation gives the moment
its sweet rush.
When we hope
beyond all reason
that we might survive the fall.
That next step
into the new unknown
and we are cradled,
like loving arms
to the next stage.
You didn’t bring me down.
You didn’t count me out.
You took a chance on a fool;
I hope that I
will make you proud.
I left all my doubts
and shameful ways
in the last place
you saw me low.
Turns out we all have places to go.
Good-bye
sweet sorrow.
Adieu,
my doubt and pain.
I’ve gone away for resurrection;
I’m being born again.
In another place,
another province,
just a universe away;
I peeked beyond the curtain
and abandoned yesterday.
As certain as a world tomorrow,
as love remembers all affairs;
I am off to see forever.
I hope that I will see you there.
Doubt is all we had as strangers.
Faith displaced the wrinkles there.
You’ll see me the morning after,
climbing up those spiral stairs;
into the air.
HG – 2017
