That Moment

We are asked
we think we are asked
it feels like asking
to commit, to decide
to love/have/hold while
inside we’re nothing
have nothing we think
are not even close
to knowing ourselves
nothing close to being
who we are or should be
should know, should see
when we look at our own
reflections, at moments
in time, at sliding slipping
features and smudged
characteristics…at
the yawning breath
of time, we are asked
we think we are asked
it feels like asking
to commit to know
when we don’t know
when we can’t know
when we are everything
and nothing, mixed and pasted
on paper, we are asked
by life by people by time
to commit to a course, a
direction without compass
or map or knowledge…
…and…
…we do, we jump, we reach
we hold our collective
breath and leap headfirst
into darkness into the
emptiness
that used to be
where our hearts
are and say
with tremulous
soul…I
love…
…you.

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