The look on your face
is one I have seen in my own mirror.
I know you didn't think
you would feel this tired at this age
but this is just a phase.
You’re in-between lives within this life.
As the old woman used to say out in Peyote Land:
'Right on time, deary. Right on time.'
in the place beyond words
breathing is enough.
The world falls away in silence.
Whoever is secure enough
to let you enter the quiet-dark without them
is your ally.
Whatever is left standing
after your simmering ‘death-sleep’
In these times,
when even a simple day
can feel like a firing pin,
upon the earth
is not leisure.
It is medicine.