Returned to Owner

Where will I sit

without my placeholder

of importance?

Unexpectedly

the room opens,

wide and deep.

Spacious

Here I am.

Free.

And it’s beautiful

Strings loosen

no love to earn

life is available

I am available

To me
;

Formulaic cacophony

dissolves, revealing

nothingness and everything.

Puzzle pieces become

The puzzle.

I can’t prove my worth

and in that absence

I experience

indisputable

worthiness

The cicadas sing with me

We dance, play, die

We stretch, we become.

In the next breath

we weave creation