THE UNFELT GROUND

You said not this lifetime, not enough, move on,

and something beneath language simply closed.

I know the ground is there - I’ve always known,

but knowledge isn’t feeling. God, I know.

I walk through rooms of purpose, full and lit,

and find myself completely, perfectly

absent from the inside of my life.

This is what spirit partnership undoes

when one soul says the other cannot carry,

not faith, not love, not even believing in us,

just the sensation of the ground. That only.

Released by you, I try to release you.

Step by step on ground I cannot feel.

I am not good at this. I am not good at this.

But I remain for the now. Still being made.

Still broken and yet whole.