Risking Everything
by Astara
I shed lifetimes.
Walls, foundations, structures tumble effortlessly.
My own ripeness tosses me from the tree
that held me so long
long enough to blossom and bear fruit.
I am shaken free.
You grabbed the trunk and a hundred smiles leapt to your face
as your big hands shook me down.
Gravity pulls me into a universe free of illusion.
The worn rug of old stories
pulled out from underneath me
replaced by a magic carpet called earth
flying 67,062 miles per hour
through a dark dust-and-gas landscape
filled with light
and the sound of my heart
isn’t this the ultimate risk, the willingness
and the capacity to carry it out
that galaxy, this universe, that star,
this love.
