THE DEATH OF THE FAMILIAR
I waited for each
protracted day to stretch by
before leaving on my trip,
living through every
crucified minute—
no other wayto do it—
and then, as the day neared,
I began to fear this new life,
this release from routine
into the abundance
of heart's dream.
Anything new
entails a little death,
any departure
beyond known rounds brings
some frantic grasping for the life
you're choosing to end,
its solid body
that you'll never touch again
Walnut Creek, CA
June 10, 2006
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