Cusping
Onto a careening future
And while walking in this foyer, this drawbridge of finally surpassing grief
I kick the ground to make sure it’s still firm
It’s the rock I want
And not the sand
It’s the stones I hope to feel beneath my feet and not the rip currents of
Before
Truly
Peaceful serenity…this roadtrip of my life
And I stand so grateful
So thrilled—I think
At, existing
My see-saw heart that tilts too often towards sadness
Is seeking
Sweet
Is seeking
The hyssop
The keeps the healing streaming through
And
While I may not run and soar and touch the tendrils of a cloud
I can gerber daisy glow
I can
Me.
This time.
I want to.