This experience is here now.
It’s here, and it’s here now.
Have I feared it?
I wade now in the thick of it.
It weighs heavy on the thighs.
The torso strains for balance
But leans and continues forward.
The head is bowed, but only for a moment,
Then looks up.
All is bearable it seems, after all,
For what was false in the posture of the
Has become integrity in the motion of the
And opens a future that would feel everywhere