Attachment
March 14 2017


I have yet to fall in love.

Never surrendered
to its gravity,
oblivious to the rock-bottom stop
coming back to earth.

Never drifted
in free-fall's blissful calm.
When all the forces balance out,
attraction, attachment
friction
lift.

Never let temptation win, inertia slip,
the ill winds
of neglect, envy, sex.

Never considered
being eased into death
in her words, her arms;
or embracing her
as she departs.

Perhaps levitation
is closer to the truth.

So much to love, in life.
The small gratitudes
of everyday.
The forgiveness
we give even ourselves.
The holding
and the being held.