A Blessing on Going Forward – Alone

You do not have another to clutch now,

no brawn to lean against,

no footsteps in which to tread.

Now, you feel yourself alone.

~

And yet you must keep motile,

keep unfolding, moving, wandering

even if now you are

(almost) alone.

~

So…

though squinting through spent eyes,

blessings you are meant to see.

The blessing of original pace…

of a fluid sense of space…

Yes, yes to these.

The blessing of a noiseless morn…

of muscle fibers torn…

Yes, yes to these.

The blessing of novel angst…

of pangs of grief and tears’ tastes…

Yes, yes to these.

~

The truth is that

you can move swiftly now

or cease.

You can be here now

or ayond.

You can keep your own counsel,

can build back old bones,

can hold perfectly constant,

can hold nothing back at all

because you are alone.

~

You are moving henceforth…

toward all yet unrevealed

and yet

beyond the bounds of lonely

nonetheless.