Melted blankets of glass
lie before boughs of wild trees,
asking me to be taken,
cloaked by the current.
I am fighting my own control,
a stagnant lack of simple trust.
I want to go. I do.
Gleaming golden in the sun,
creeping over the cut bank,
licking my feet, lapping earth,
a sighing siren, simple song.
I step away, stride back in power
unlike my own, a timid flower,
un-budded as those under my soles,
and I am posed to jump:
from solid ground, leaping,
a soldier to the fray,
falling dead before the first cease-fire,
floating to the great unknown.
Crash among the glimmer,
gliding through the deep,
my body in a cool embrace,
encumbered in a calm.
‘Fore I bubble 'way all breath
I’m surfaced just above
the gliding liquid crystal,
below the blooming canopy.
I am no longer;
water, air, earth, and sky,
a soundless synchronicity—
what it is to die.
“I sought and I have found,”
lips babble at my keeper.
“Joy is true immersion,
if thou darest quit the ground.”