here

still
quiet
in the cinnamon morning
on the nutmeg couch
saying yes to everything
yes
yes
yes
yes
yes
discernment clouds my open mind
i want the healthy joy
of yes
and i look at my pilings up
of yesses
my long absence caused by excess
and wonder
aloud
what to do with all this?
it is time to cut away
to clear a path
to move on
out the door
into the wider world
of unknown
and yet
i cannot
truly
let go
of all that goes
with me

and so i sit in the afterglow of crumbs
and taste the dregs of mocha longings
and feel the swell of spice
inside my nasal passages
i am going on a journey
across tempests and droughts
and i will be okay
as soon as i can
let go
of the
shore...