December 21, 2021
I much prefer to give down
Definite and buried
Entombed, a sure thing
Freedom to no longer carry
Or weigh down my wings
I much prefer to give down
An offering of assurance
Safety under lock and key
A quizzical lesson in endurance
To try to hide something away from me
Death grip on the universe
As if there is such a thing
A soil crusted hearse
Unclear what to bring
Give down
You can trust it
It is all I’ve ever known
How to be less free of it
But I’ve never flown
Give down
Keep carrying on
Listen to your internal protector
A foundation to rest upon
And a trustworthy collector
Circumstantial thought
As if that’s enough
A darkened fleet
And a trunk full of stuff
Everything but the body it forgot
Race to fine-land
Body gaining headway
Tremor in the hand
“You’ll never outrun me,” I hear it say
Watch me try
Lose sight in your rear view
Long enough to dry your sweat
Missing my cue
Who are you?
I gave you down
To hideaway for awhile
Last place, thorny crown
Memories stockpile
You might want to check again
A seedling has sprouted
You tried to give me down, friend
But see, I don’t care that you doubted
Acceleration slows
Push open the passenger door
Finally, an invitation to repose
One we can’t just ignore
Get in, body
I’m tired of giving down
I need some help, some reassurance, a…
What are you wearing? What is…that gown?
Wait..you’re not just some…body
You’re from that Little Town
“Onward,” body shouts
But where?
“Let’s try a different route”
But I’m scared
“I know,” body says with love
“Look! There!”
“Follow that star above!”
That’s the thing about giving down
Whatever it is we give down, will always find a way to give up
Take seeds
Or prophets
Or buried leads
Or leaky faucets
Or heavy birds
Or baby saviors
Or unkind words
Or unhealthy behaviors
Take death
Or life
Or breath
Or fight
Or belief
Or tears
Or grief
Or our greatest fears
Or somehow..relief
It’s an art really
To accept that to give down is to allow it to begin healing
More than one act or fleeting feeling
A sprout of a new way of being