The permission to depart is there

Watch with kindness your besieged body

that perceives only a narrow ledge.

Baby, its only

one step, one step

into the blue sky.

remember how you ran as a child?

was that ever you?

no,

I remember waking from that dream where running was falling,

feet tangling on themselves,

 legs abandoned by will.

Its going to be ok,

In the impact,

the matter of body is of the matter of earth.

humility is the language of the soil,

the bag of your skin dissolves in the promise

of the green shoots

that have always been there.