non-attachment: a poem

Non-attachment

Like the perfect slouchy sweater
shoulder seams landing
somewhere on the upper arm

enough material to
flow to
billow

a  little extra
enough for your love to gather
in his hands
and use to pull you near

fitted enough to show
the curve of
the shoulder
the bumps of
the bosom

a little extra
but not enough to tangle in
not so much plenty
as to become constrictive

Non-attachment

Like an expert rider
holds the reins

a gentle tug
a slow leading motion
right or left

a quick drawing back
stop
a loosening switch
gallop

total wisdom in the communication
of horse and man
leather and the subtleties
of the wrist

Non-attachment

not
attachment

sink your hooks in
puncture the thing
you loved most
whole

holding fast
makes shaking arms
fatigue
gripped fingers unfurl
the will of the body wins

Not
detachment

stoic, grey mind
all neutral
no vividness, no color, no pulse

a false notion
that no hurt can get in
when numbness is itself
deep pain

Non-attachment

full of love
and letting go
space to breathe
and a tight squeeze
upon reuniting

trust in the unseen

felt emotions
deep
knowing the whole landscape
to the fence line

felt
then held tenderly
as you hold the hand of a child
growing independent

Non-attachment

learned best through the
poetry of daily life
Can you let yourself be cradled
by your own
growing
wisdom?

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