I come to you open and wide,
rolling as the great plains.
Knowing full well the brutality that touched
down here before.

After I took the brunt of the hit.
There is no shade. There is nothing standing
here between you and me
except the air we breathe, and plenty of space.

It’s not easy facing the unknown.
With my hairs ***** to the wind, honey wheat-fields
grazing. Black clouds overhead distill
into chocolate coffee. No more magpie dreams.

I’m drinking this soil after the flood.
Rethinking is toil, but necessary.
But still doesn’t make it any less hairy.
Yet, I’m willing to take the chance again.

Willing to transcend.
Totally immerse -
Open myself to a new universe.