Let Go

06 June 2022

Wandering, questioning,
  as before Dawn,
I am sure of this much:
  that we hold our beliefs
far too tightly.

--

I think back,
  I think back,
    I think back,
  but hear only more riveting.

Rosie, poor Rosie,
  no place for a woman here.

--

What is the other beginning,
the one without steel-plated Mind,
where things grow as we all know they do?

In the mountains,
I hear baby truths being born.

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Begin here. Nowhere else.
This is where you were born and will die.

--

A rowdy patron observes: "You had to be there!"
I think this is rather apt, and tell him so,
but what more could I tell him?
He knows what it is to know.