Drop

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And then you see it —
your own shattered sky
strewn in feathers
slate blue,
still bright against
twining tendrils of moss.


Will you turn away? 
There is no one to blame
or fear.
If you allow the pull, the moss will
catch you, 
each fingering frond will point
closer,
drawing you in

to face every
downy
loss

until your slate blue wings
fold
like the peregrine
and drop —

blurring every boundary,
exploding all that once was.
With one swift move
into the hurtling surrender,
the unimaginable
now
recreates what is,
and the
exquisite, timeless
yes
opens its wings
within
you.

 

 

Tricia Elliott

Tricia is an odd combination of physician and mystic, teacher and perpetual student, wilderness enthusiast and advocate of human nature. She lives in a yurt in Alaska with her husband, two girls, and two dogs.