a resonance, 


a barometer

for the world’s desire,

am i,

exhaling an echo

of the transient.


i founder in the chaos,

and grow to love

the extraneous, 

a scar and a whisker, 

a substance so thin 

in light of Soul.


this heart 

that had learned

to love all as equal,

takes your side 

on the field.

what is this 

affectionate antithesis 

of equanimity?


how i struggle 

in each moment, 

to unclasp my hands,

as you lead me 

to the wing

and i fly.


do we let go

in order to

give each other 

the choice

to stay?


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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