Balancing on a beam between caring and not caring, I swan dive off into the river’s roar.
Wet, my heart space opens and fills.
There was a bird, the rarest of birds, a one-time sighting. A chub of a bird, set upon a mossy branch. I float past it, transfixed on its chest of light blue.
Release thoughts like they’re a grip on a hot iron. And then take a breath and wait; I’ll meet you there.