Letting Go

        My fingers are roping on

to all they can grasp

but the Universe says “Let go.”

My eyes are tying themselves

to things not to be seen

but the Universe says “Let go.”

My heart is fainting with

a planet’s desperation and disease

but the Universe says “Let go.” 

The Universe is squeezing itself

deep into my spirit

and tells me with love

“I am holding you.  We are all in this

together.  You are never

alone, even when letting go.”

J. Pratt-Walter (c) 2020

NaPoWriMo #10

In the Belly of Forever

The unspeakably large

Universe

    wears the imprint of

all the passion

my slight being can hold.

The Bang went, and I,

still unmade,

went along, and there,

in the belly of Forever,

you too.

We are

pinpoints on end,

inconsequential atoms

when alone.

The electrons of these words

are too lazy and soft

to be taken seriously,

but the Universe is dilute

compared to the white Gravity

of my Love.

J. Pratt-Walter

12/31/2014, reworked 11/2017