Learning to Let Go
What if, for a little bit,
I slowed the fast things down.
What if, for a little bit,
I rested,
knowing that I am held,
by these trees,
these birds,
this sunlight,
soil,
chair,
moment.
What if, for a little bit,
I didn’t have to hold
this bit in my mouth.
I didn’t have to survive.
I didn’t have to be
the person I think
my parents, my children,
want me to be.
What if,
for a little bit
I let go
(is that even possible?)
and settled all of that,
all of that,
to the ground.
Then, for a moment,
maybe a breath,
I get a glimpse of a lightness of being,
a campfire in the distance
in a forest,
almost not there behind the trees,
but breathing nonetheless.
For a moment,
I caught a glimpse of what is,
what could be—
as I learn to let go and let go and let go and let go.