Faithful Following the Flow

Painting by Kelly Hall. Used with permission.

In these moments I let myself thaw
from noun to verb, finding my own
liquidity, and let gravity begin
to pull like an old, sweet summoning,

I then sluice through labyrinthian cracks
in my own becoming, flowing faithfully
right to the feet of this great mountain
of stillness behind my sternum.

And then - here I am
ancient, drunk
on the richness of gaining
absolutely nothing at all.

- Brooke McNamara

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