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.
Surviving
any day
is a bit of a miracle.
So is the morning.
Each day is a gift.
Somehow,
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
