Letting Go
Letting go—of everything I think (or thought) I wasor thought or knew (or thought I knew?) of all the loves and hates and draws and revulsions and longings— breathing in the presentmomentbodyawareness Holding the lumps and spiralsand awkward tender vulnerability of unknowingnessIn the belly of my shaky heart Watching the way I clingand then avoid the voidand then pull closer just to run away Seeing all of the shadows come out to playIn the gaze of another human mirror And breathing—Holding the tender, awkward awarenessOf all of the ways I have been andAll of the pain it has caused And letting go—Of knowing how or why they will everTransmute themselves into fertile soil And just—Breathing. Holding this tender self in the bellyOf a brand new mother’sUnsure bosom.