Let It

This is the free
we seek —
to stumble past
all expectation,
out beyond
don’t
and can’t.

And it was never
anything worse
than water —
remember
how you have craved it?

Out on the high prairie,
the clouds roll back
upon themselves.
Stand in light
to watch the wave approach.
And then you’re in it.
You’re in the world again,
and it washes over you,
and now it’s in you too.

And here is where
I find it.
Kneeling in tall grass
by the marsh,
as the rain washes
us all into one thing —
here is where
I find the lightness
I had lost.

And there is no fear.
And the heavy dissipates.
And there is no regret.
After all,
it’s only rain.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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