Getting Wet, Letting Go
Before I left
I stood again in the water
And thought about two lives no longer one
I picked up a sparkly brown rock and a minty green rock
dried in the sun, they looked so ordinary, so dull
wet, they opened up and shared their brighter natures
And I thought how much we humans are the same
we can choose to close up into dark, dry, unshared singularities
or we can choose to risk diving into the wetness and let go
Leaving the creek bank, climbing back up to the path
I passed a large old bent pine tree
It had been there for years,
forming a bridge up to a peaceful perch
a rooted sky seat
I used to sit up there in the sun
contemplating life
I could almost see myself
still resting there
full of life and possibilities
Now walking by with wet feet
and rocks in my pocket