erasure

on letting go | part 1

erasure

itfelliguess

saw a girl get baptized in the
roiling river this morning,

grey morning, still sticky but
cool from the stormclouds chased away

and i remembered,
some people still pray.

they do because they must.
because, sometimes, it’s nigh-impossible
to see a path until you pause
and let your eyes adjust

to courses far unlike any
expected or perceived.

it is less overrun with weeds and
fibrous roots than
you believed

and
anyway,
if you listen to the briny wind
between the leaves —
if you dare to breathe that rush of air
no matter how much grey you see —

you just might remember
that
everything around you,
every tree,

wants you to be cleansed now, too —
wants you to be
only you —
wants you to be

free.

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bythejames

I like the river better when it rains. It has much more to say.

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