Suddenly my mind
slumped with the sheer
weight of it –
life that is.
I looked around
at each passing skeleton
and let my sympathy
flow outward – every
ounce without scruple.
Did I mirror all this –
all the fluttering hopes
that weaken before fruition?
All the sketched plans
crumpled and pitched in the basket?
- And then I mustered
fresh resource – instead
of armies of the defeated
trudging endlessly
without hope or sustenance –
now I saw
a thick-bodied legion
mowing the full harvest –
picking the bounty –
eating the apple
to its core
perpetually.
Is it merely
a state of thinking?
Gliding between possibles
our toes may never
touch the surface.
When I let go
I discover myself
to be an angel of determination –
my white snow-wings
defeating great chunks of mountains –
skimming un-ventured seas.