Collapse and Its Blessing

Then there are

the users and absconders,

dreamers and denyers,

who stand outside the moment

and the only life they have.

Their loss feeds on itself,

cutting canyons through

the layers until the walls,

sheer and towering,

cave of their own weight.

When the dust of undoing settles,

daylight streams to their depths

and choice, precious choice,

opens the hidden and dismissed.

Here is rebirth

in the midst of crisis

and wisdom’s chance

to build true shelter and

cobble roads from the fallen stone

amid tall grasses and scattered trees

to the near horizon.