I Surrender

to the mystery,
to the undertow,  
the sonic boom,
the solitude, 
the blindness that might 
or might not precede second sight,

every moonbeamy dream,
every starry-eyed vision,
every last second
spent in sweet anticipation,
every restless breath,
every expectation,

my dignity,
my faith, 
my long-expired fire, 
quirk and desire,
my want of belonging,
my longing to understand,

to the stamina
this resistance
presses against me with,
to the gravity of gravity
and the graveness of graves,

to the solitude, 
to the sonic boom,
the undertow, 
the mystery,
I surrender.


Photo: “Surrender” by elBidule