Holding in
and holding out.
Waiting on the dawn,
this most perfect moment.
All of me,
or nothing at all.
Scales fall away
from my eyes
and bring a balance
to this war of mine.
Falling to pieces.
Knowing what peace is.
Something new awaits,
but I was born afraid
and never learned to be brave,
only desperate.
No pieces left.
The package empty.
Plain white wrapper,
refuse discarded.
Chosen by the wind.
to land
in fertile soil.
Time to spin.
Time to spend.
life like
a drunken sailor.
The Universe
holds no reserves,
just undiscovered country.
If we look
hard enough
we find
traces of civilization
everywhere,
we just never recognize it.
Going out
until
no part of me remains.
Here.
Where I am now,
a memory.
The day is here,
even if the Sun
has not yet risen.
and I’m
ready to receive.
I’m
ready to give.
everything.
DJR – 2023
