earthquakes have happened (poem)

Earthquakes have happened
inside my body.
within it,
plates have moved around.
everything displaced.
nothing feels right.
it has left me unsure
of what to do.


things feel lighter.
the weight has been lifted.
taken back by Spirit
things have been healed
realigned.
somehow, though
the lightness feels strange
the heavy was familiar.
Now, there is no map
no gameplan of what comes next.
and I’m flying on the skin flaps
of what’s left
nothing that I used to do
the defaults
of where to go, who to be with, even what to eat,
feel right
feel normal.

there is just space.
and light.
and color.
and all the leftover stuff
that I don’t know what to do with
the debris that got left.
and I feel more earthquakes
are on the horizon.
so ill just be.
sit here.
hold tight.
let myself be held
by all that’s left--
the dirt and stone
the clouds and vast sky
which is really
all there is.

and I feel okay,
free
of the responsibility
I used to carry.

I’m still now.
Noticing what was always there
but was too burdened to see feel touch
realizing now that
all that matters
is the connecting
the merging, the becoming,
letting go, and then,
starting anew.