Welcome to Earth
When I
reached the fourth star
from the
moonI popped my own balloon
and sailed all the way to the ground.
For so long now,
I’ve made myself blind
to the futility of trying to fly
with an anvil strapped to my foot.
Now I untie it and leave it behind.
Now the
gardens sing,
“Welcome
to Earth”, and I am in the exciting space
that lies between nothing and something,
where everything is new
and free from my own expectation.
Your voice
rings somewhere
in my
head:“That feeling
that doesn’t go away just did”;
finding my own feelings
in someone else’s song-writing
has a way of making me feel at home.
And not
even as
I was getting
ready to come here tonight
could I have dreamt this would happen,
nor even at the very last instance
before this clarity.
Is it this
exact configuration
of place
and time?Or was it going to
happen this way regardless?
Shall I ever find out?
I don’t think I will,
nor do I care;
all that matters is
what has happened
and what I’ll make of it.
This is
new life
blazing
through my hair, every strandof DNA
I will be happy again.
If not today, then
certainly sometime soon, at least.
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