DANCING TO THE WILD
In the multifarious unknown
Day in and day out, I gingerly
Step into questions,
Like landmines, like an iron hot
Investigation. I often pause and
Draw the claws back inside my palms,
To observe before jumping, to chew before eating.
Inside my lifeboat cut loose in the
Cacophony of voices, right there
In the underwater,
I might die out,
For a moment,
For a deep sigh
For counting the losses, for counting
The ways I’m no longer comfortable
With what I once knew and what I don’t know either.
At that point of weightlessness, of suspense and suspension,
(Lifeboat turned life capsule)
My cosmonautic heart ejects in space free-floating,
Loving the entirety of our tiny planet.
With the sunset of old thinking
I return to the heartbeat of not knowing.