December 14, 2021

what if

Whatever you’re afraid of. Whatever you’re warding off, trying to hold back 
from being true. Whatever keeps sniffing at your legs, and whatever you keep 
kicking away. Whatever draft you’re trying to seal. Whatever risk you push
to the perimeter. Whatever old whisper you’re turning from to deafen. Whatever exit
you’re avoiding, eyes locked on the straightaway. Whatever breakage you think is yours
to mend, and the endless ministrations of that mending. Whatever call you keep 
not picking up. Whatever blank piece of paper. Whatever Hail Mary. Whatever salt 
you keep throwing over your shoulder. One day, it will stop being enough
to keep you from your own magnificence. And what if, what if, what if
this was that day?