Leaving

I give myself away
I take my time and trust
I will be taken care of

But still singing my cowboy song,
tears in my eyes,
I carefully fold each little thing that I need,
imagining their future context,
examining their lines
while I swallow the tension in my neck
Not yet excited for my bittersweet and triumphant return
to the place of my birth

But I know when I get there
I will be chilled with infatuation,
in love with the feeling of happiness and security
as a breeze wraps its' comfort around me
and the night sky smiles
always purple and orange.

That's how things go lately
as soon as something looks like a lose
it reveals itself as divine conspiracy to meet my needs

I took command of an action
just for the sake of it
I wound up on buses and swimming in the ocean
and the world has been carrying me ever since

I continue to proceed,
only asking myself what I want
and then I wait for some alternate version of it
positive
I will be taken care of



In an endless free fall you lose
the concept of time
the concept of space
You see only the self
and for a moment you must be sure;

You're not going to die.