Path of Least Resistence

Sacred rain

washed away my life

in pools and eddies of

blue-grey slate

merging with the red earth

of ancients.

 

My life, up until this point

sacrificed in service of my

life after this point,

on earth altar

in stream bed.

Deer, 

coyote, 

mountain lion, 

juniper

rock, 

sandstone.

Stoic witness to human 

neurosis.

 

Rattle into another realm.

Flute song for the beauty of it,

the gratitude,

for the falling in love part,

the enduring part,

and the dying part.

 

Raindrops from canyon ledge

like a chisel

one after another

drip 

drip 

drip

melting and merging blue-grey

clay to red earth,

path of least resistance.

 

A line was drawn.

A river channeled. 

A choice was made:

Cross and never be the same.

Irrevocable.

Irreversible.

Left foot first.

I sighed out loud.

Feels good to let go