Dive into Imbolc

Beginning of Spring - East wind melts the ice

my eyes are heavy,

but not a metallic heavy

or weary weighted

rather satisfactorily pulled

closer to the heart space

keeping the warmth

and a tiny bit of lament

in mutual presence
///

all necessary

this threshold into spring

a weekend of light

a weekend of dark

a weekend of energy

a weekend of rest

full moon’s bright

Imbolc rituals

were collectively embarked

///

some walls you need to tear down

are maybe thresholds

you need to

stepover

///

so i have been stepping

even when the footing

seams unsteady

or the ice looks thin

but safe hands are around

to ease a fall into the ground

or to quickly wipe away

tears of laughter

before a big, open armed

applause

///

what a whirlwind

i’m hesitant to say it was

a surprise at all

because i had faith

and trust

in the urges and ambiguity

in you

in all

in me

that this was a dive

worth taking

///

be kind to your dreams

i will be rewinding

these happy memories

with a full head and heart

until we all meet

in a soft, shared space

again

-moki-

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