We don’t just walk away
from this place.
Here is who we are.
Every memory
we have made thus far.
We don’t give up the ghost,
nor linger
on the threshold.
We’re all in,
or all the way out.
Either an inmate,
or an escapee.
You see,
we make this world
and all that lives in it
have meaning.
The color of the sunrise,
over crystal, blue waters.
The high mountains,
looking over all of
this creation.
The evening sky,
lighting up your face,
with hues of amber.
We make all of this;
no question.
No intermediary
between us and experience.
Held up.
Tied down.
Only different in our recollections.
We’re here
to be,
love,
create,
and protect
all of this,
for such a short time.
Make it good.
Oh, please, make it good.
We don’t just walk away
from this place.
When we go,
we fly.
HG – 2020
