Holding on

so hard,

only to let go.


The exclusion

of reason,

such is that first step

into the darkness.


Dive in the ocean,

walk on the air.



any day

is a bit of a miracle.


So is the morning.

Each day is a gift.



all our ambitions

seem so short-sighted,

appallingly insufficient

in their enterprise.


If we only knew

what was out there,

just beyond the edges,

maybe we’d hold on

a little longer,

and let go

a little higher.

HG – 2020

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