This name does not belong
to me-
This body will do
For mobility of the restless soul
Escape from all
This
killing ourselves
Sweet poisons of security
in a sense
Never enough
To fill the seams
To fit to the letter
To tie loose ends
Try to forget
Let go
without remembering
What it was
The name of something
That kept us.
Painting by 'Winslow Homer, 'The Green Hill' c. 1878, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain.
