“I transform this fear...”

Daring to imagine what else my fear(s) could possibly become: an ongoing poem and practice.

I transform this fear:

(I)

Into acceptance

Into a black bird with wings, rising

A tide, challenger

Into resistance

Like a high-five

To a friend - an oath.

Into a seasickboat hoping for tomorrow

Into a change with loose skins,

Into losing

An osmotic soul with every and no divide

Into a blanket to hold

At night with edges soft

Into a quiet canvas...

To kindergarten blocks that live to play, and fall everyday

To glitter and spice

To a good rest in a dark void

Into a warm meal for both of us to share while I’m still here

While I’m still here,

Into a kiss of fire

To light my path

(II)

Into logs

For thought and art

The burning under my feet

A rocket, to moons of worlds

That I don’t know and don’t know me.

Into raw power

Delicious like raw cheese

Always enough

I’m flying that I know and it knows me.

Into a well that speaks when I need silly riddles most - and weird advice:

Peanuts and oranges

...and...

phoenix trees...

Yew and the sea...

A darkness that grounds me

Soil that binds me, charm!

bracelets with best friends

A jingle song sweet

chimes to my ears

The Aspen Way

Telling stories of rippling waves

In the wind

ss secrets of coming changes

I can taste without even biting apples.