[from now]

could have been something you thought of,

could be deja-vu.

finally, it took so fast

getting it all out of you. ~

good morning stretch

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Hands in clasp, I swooped forward; bending in with mellow breath.

Easing up,

I urged my body to let go.

My back opened;

I sought the strength of my center as I unpacked the heaviness from my posture.

Things cracked as they will. Aches echoed, chills seized even as I unassembled the depression.

But unbelting every sandbag of what weighs over me, undid much of the pain I’d forgotten. And so this lift of my hands meant much more than a new day.

I stood up to welcome a life which would only carry as much as it could. Any and all else hanging from limbs remained for the sake of my deepest desires.

[lost]

game trails to hidden treasure.

one hand to hold the sun,

for relief; then measure and give the news.

another move:

this is going to be the last time, she said,

but she couldn’t admit the truth-

and we kept going.~