THE TREASURE AT THE BOTTOM OF EACH BREATH

The sun setting can be a daily practice to let go of things that we are still holding on to too tightly.

The old way of holding things
sank into the sea
with the diving god

and sprouted dawnwings
as an owl flying out of one hand

gentle dawnfingers
caressing the earth with the other

with mycelium strung between
finding nutrients in every thing

I barely had a chance to say goodbye
to the old way

Before the way to say goodbye
became the treasure
at the bottom of each breath and day
the bottom of each moment’s play

Which was also how to pray hello
and mean it
like one of the great lovers
of the world

Without fists or fortresses
and only a cosmos to call home