Crossing Over — Turned Around

Through the eye of the needle

Not to the left or the right

Dodging both on the comets tail


I streak into the light

My last wish out in front

As words melt in a fiery contrail


And with only one question

To weaken my heart

With only one thing to know


The seasons entwine

All beanstalks are felled

With the exit signs all aglow


I crash through the doubt

Releasing new hope

My affirmation now to reign


And look ever further

Beyond my scope

As my senses become untrained


I feel the loose pieces

Start to come off

A new lightness now abounds


The last burden has lifted

Burning bright in my wake

Crossing over—turned around


(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) 


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