I’m spinning
past planets much bigger than me,
beginning,
after all of my sorrow, to see
that change comes and still I survive.
The sun warms my back.
I’m alive.
And laughing.
We get so sad
and make life a serious game.
We get so small.
We forget all the reasons we came.
We forget how to love,
how to be happy.
Yes, there is bliss; there is pain.
And long waits, and long walks
and dark healing rain.
And wild doves who coo in the eaves.
And moonlight to light on wet leaves.
And singing.
I’m dancing this dance alone –
spinning
from past lives
to lives yet unknown,
setting the grace of God free,
watching the waves break at sea.
And laughing.