This was not originally a poem. It was a summary of the past year and the struggle to find a new space where I could create and be fully present. It all began in Oakland about this time last year and has grown with each ensuing day.

It just happened–

I let go

Spoke without anger–

A sadness;

For what is lost.

Stared into the abyss–

Sat with unformed questions

Terrifying

The darkness;

The incompleteness.

Took stock

Looked inwards–

Accepted extended hands

Discarded baggage

Walked towards the light.

Mojo gained momentum–

Sprung up in a creative space

Simple presence

Live my truth;

With each moment’s question.