Letting Go
Joneve Mc Cormick
Out of the cave I called my home,
beyond the mere life of this body
the universe is disrobed.
There is no place now to fall,
no desire to shrink.
All events are extraordinary,
though not all are social
in the changing light.
I can see myself burrow into earth,
hover over the sun
or walk down a street --
I can see everything I've done,
pretending many roles.
I can transform into a living cross
or a mummy wrapped in white
spiraling in space
if I choose,
as I've chosen before.
Beyond this mere life
I've traveled many roads
in the all-seeing eye
creating the world;
I was with Homer and Aesop,
in the water Christ walks on,
in hurricanes and harvests.
Don't say it cannot be,
that these and other things
don't or didn't happen;
I know what I know.
And here is my test for truth --
the exact consideration,
and what works:
beyond this body's walls
where I live
the machinery of bondage
in heaven and on earth
is vanishing.
Joneve Mc Cormick - Joneve McCormick lives and works in Manhattan as a freelance writer and translator. Over the years she has published her poems, articles and short stories in various publications and online.
