Can we let this minute be —
without what’s done?
Or what’s to become?

Surrender one breath
to the suspension of time.

And because nothing stays with us,
and because nothing ever goes —
we are easy with it.
It is well
and you are never here,
but always presence —
my lover of a different stripe.

How we have been transported!

Ascent or descent —
let me touch you now,

We can rise or fall into it.

And breathe.
And breathe.



About Emily

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

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