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Upon Letting Go
by Ann Mortifee
We have to let it go, my love
Every strand
Every link
I sink at the thought.
Yet we've bought this ticket
And must be prepared to ride.The tide is out
The beach exposed
I've walked these shores before
And will again, no doubt.My way has been a pebbled path
Peopled with princes and hermits
And simple wayfarers.
I've shared my bed and my soul,
Grown old,
And been reborn a thousand times.Perhaps I chose
To plunge ten lifetimes into one.
My God, there can't be much I've left undone.Yet
No doubt, there is
And with this thought I sweep the hair from out my eyes
Fix upon the far horizon's stare
And sit silent
To prepare its arrival.
copyright Ann Mortifee 1999
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