Fall & Recover

I walk inward — deep and warm.

The comfort of this place is

ripe with tears,

is unrecognizable but for

the safety it brings me.

Where did I go all these years?

To what tree’s limb do I cling,

so to not touch the ground?

To whose rhythm do I dance,

so to not discover my own?

I walk in— to the quiet dark

that holds my history, my becoming,

my pain, my enduring fears, my

wild attending soul.

I sit in the quiet dark, listening to them,

until my pain and delight

are indistinguishable,

until I bond with the elemental orders

that bid me

fall and recover,

fall and recover,

fall and recover…