Soon the Day Will Take Me
I’m not holding on to anything
not the body or dreams,
or dream-bodies.
Where mind sews cobwebs
I take out a dissolving spyglass.
The spaces between myself
look back seeing nothing.
That which holds this 'I' together
rolls over mind-clouds finding no anchors.
I leave and return.
The sun is rising behind winter trees,
trees that are somewhere
over a horizon in a head
that has yet to find itself.
The day will take me soon,
make me be what I claim to be,
but in the next pre-dawn,
the next surfacing,
I will know again
that I am not.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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