is it the fear of living
or the fear of dying
that scares you most?
or, maybe you dance
lightly between these
places
saying your graces
appeasing
the growing sound
of your own name?
might as well
make friends with both,
and tone your heart
for the journey
you have to make
from birth, inhale
to death, exhale.
might as well
shake hands
with all your demons
so they don’t
tear down your house
in shame.
might as well
choose your neighbors
like you would
plants for your garden —
feeding you when you’re hungry,
feeding them when they are hungry.
might as well
bow your head
to the darkness,
only to be filled with light.
the day begins…
it ends, until
it begins again.
June 21, 2010
Lindsay Kolasa 