Letting go’s different 
than letting be 
be implies an 
always having been 
go implies having 
been once caged 
freedom does not 
belong to captors 
clutchers or keepers 
things meant to 
be can never 
be anything but 

If simple were
ever a thing 
it’d be this 
nothing of everything 
for in this 
absolute absence I
find all things 
to be true 
for nothing else 
shall ever come 
for in nothing 
so is everything 

I’ve been reminded 
of my age 
not by others 
but by myself 
and a feeling 
of some unseen 
and sometimes unknown 
invisible ankle nipping 
creature coming between 
my feet causing 
me to stumble 
shoo from shoes 
I have tried 
to no avail 
for I now 
have finally heeled 
to this master 

On my side 
prayer and penance 
on the other 
sin and redemption 
here is where
I hear secrets 
there is where
you make them 
and in between 
two of us 
a brown curtain 
to catch tears
by the clean
of the soiled 

It’s here
I know 
I can 
tell without 
even seeing 
the chill
of change 
days start
out cold 
working their 
way to 
warm nights 
I never 
knew that 
love would 
ever be 
like this 
both beginning 
and end 
this falling 
fallen fell 
finally feeling