The Body Collides - A Poem For Uncertainty

The body collides.

I could wake and turn toward the mind,

Lower myself into the rusted bucket,

Sink down that bricked blind well.

I could sit in that dark,

Dank habit,

Where worry,

Rumination and dread drip cold down routined rivulets,

Or I could wake and not descend at all.

Has the wind ever been this still?

The leaves in their little waxed raincoats,

Have they ever been this glossy?

Has the magpie split the morning wide from that same pale branch before?

Outside of thought,

There is no groove,

Only rhythm,

And everything,

Beloved,

Everything is telling the truth of what it is.

This day arrives unrehearsed,

Untouched by the script of the past.

The body collides with the bare,

Breathing world,

And we are at home with this mysterious unfolding in the hiss and hum of the unnamed,

As the light gathers itself in widening and wilder waves,

Rising,

Reaching,

Carrying us in its quiet,

Luminous swell.