Do I dare?
I’m not sure I have it in me.
All the options going forward are daunting
where they are not terrifying.
The exposure,
the vulnerability,
the chance of failure
is so high.
But this comfort is a silk rope
coiling its way around my neck
and the legs of my throne grow weak
and weary.
The days of calling myself “King” are over,
that sun set
and never rose again.
Now it is back to the land,
back to the spirit of the river
and the trees
and the dirt.
Son of fog
and saltwater tears
distilled from the shorelines
where we draw our nets.
Maybe the move is to go back?
Simplify
and then go forward.
Strip off the costume,
I was never fooling anyone;
not even myself.
The land knows me,
knows my bones.
I am from this dirt,
this moss,
this crystal glacier water.
Everything else,
I never was.
So that’s it.
It’s just that easy, huh?
Again,
it comes down
to letting go.
-HG
