It Is a Constant Letting Go

It is a constant letting go
of sleep
of dawn
of bed
of things that you must do
and what you hope to do.
It is your constant arrival on the scene 
of a world completely new.

It is the constant greeting
of each circumstance
as though you had never known
a circumstance before.
It is the opening of every door
as for the first time
and the passing through that leaves behind
the previous, that wearies you no more.

It is that final reaching home
with night, the vast forgetter,
and the carrying upstairs of only you
and what you choose to keep,
the summary of what you need and hope:
your bed
the dark
and sleep.

July 24 2011