I HOLD FIRE
I hold fire
in my secret heart
that drives my walking
no matter where it is
I mean to go
this vow is mine
though I do not know
its name
it lives
beneath my words
beyond the reach
of civil conversation
it dares me
to feel alive
to be life
to raise holy fire
above my head
and simply go
To split the stone
with a sword
to summon rivers
in a land with no rain
to dance
wet and wild and free
upon the lightning
at midnight
you must sever yourself
from a reasonable life
this fire is mine
though I do not know
its name
I am unmoored
by its beckoning
unmade by its
unreasonable demands
and all my life
is better for it
for it is here
in this untamed country
I find a place
where I can stand
and realize
in the standing
that it is mine
that it has always
been mine
that all of it
is homecoming
What can I do
but run
toward the beckoning grace?