The moment my eyes open
the old story—
inflated, puffed up and glowing—
shatters.
I sit with a heart full of dread
grief
sorrow
the ache pours out my eyes and belly.
I want to rush ahead.
How can I fix it?
Make it OK again?
Make this ache go away?
Escape merely tightens the clinch,
lets it all decay underground again.
One option is all that remains—
wait, sit in the ache.
Slowly
morning light returns.
The big picture emerges from the shadows.
The moment spreads across time and space.
A blue whale blows then dives deep down
into the abyss of the Monterey Bay,
making me remember
the present moment held in the middle of eternity.
