I sit here patiently,
meditating on if I’ve ever
settled on anything
or if perhaps I’ve settled
for nothing,
in the absence of attachment,
can i actually miss everything, I wonder?
But what’s left of wonder
if there is nothing new here,
what’s an empty promise
on another new year,
in the absence of commitment
can I actually accomplish that one thing, I wonder?
In letting go, I’ve been holding on
to contentment and resentment
as one in the same,
but they are the same only through the faithless eye,
in the presence of grace,
can i actually move on, I surrender.
-AH
