Day 192: To Stay in a Place

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if i stay here
too long
i may set a root
that has no access to water

or i might drop a leaf that falls without a wind
and it would lay,
un-carried
into tomorrow.

if i stay in this place
i may live all my tomorrows
in yesterday

and forget, entirely, a past that could’ve built,
and purchase a future of what has already been.

if i choose to keep my eyes open
and see these hard, solid things
that promise never to die,
(oh, but they lie)

i will forget to close my eyes
and look
for the real things
that live beneath them

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wood burns
paper crumples
bronze does tarnish and crack

but the sinew of spirit is elastic and long
and thrives
like pulp under peel,
chambered and juicy,
nourishing and sweet,
and bursts with the prick of its skin –

should i hold it in?

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if i stay in this place
of brick and of mortar,
of hammer and nail,
and ceiling and floor,
i’d be safe, at least
– perhaps for a time –
i’d be safe

but to stay in a place
is a mighty strong choice

like a mountain-jut branch
choosing to stave
the avalanche.

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