Courage: A gazelle turns
to face a pack of lions.
A building that stands on bedrock, stands.
Do you think my love will slump to the ground
when you leave?

Again, I’m within myself.
I walked away, but here I come sailing back,
feet in the air, upsidedown,
as a saint when he opens his eyes
from prayer: Now. The room,
the tablecloth, familiar faces.

Listen, if you can stand to.
Union with the Friend means not being who you’ve been,
being instead silence. A place: A view
where language is inside seeing.

Don’t think of good advice for me.
I’ve tasted the worst that can happen.
So they lock me somewhere, bound and gagged,
they can’t tie up this new love I have.