I am thankful for this loosening quiet –
your silence slackening the ties.
Often shackled by a fear of loss
in love, I might yet open toward a growing –
the possibilities of a learning, as in youth –
less about the being something,
than, profoundly, just to be –
that which relaxes and allows
like a cow caught in rough weather,
or warm engagements with a child,
with the blossom, & make-believe.
Empowered when our symbol’d systems –
confused by what is happening –
begin to signify that loss,
a form of death, ensures the safety
of our risks. That harm and haven
are our home – the same as truth:
what’s loved is lost,
and thus we come to love.
Wisdom undoing opposites
in terms of life.
I am ridiculed by youth –
it’s how I know that many lessons
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