Passage

Step into the mirror And break through the glass Leave the teacup and the saucer And your suitcase And your clothes And pass into the darkness In the hollow of the wall Down Down Down To the center of the whole Let go... The dust ripples past in a spiral to the stars Let go... A shuddering gust of stale days Shoots sharply through your marrow Passing into nothingness Beyond the opening of the door Let go Fall Drift Float There is no comprehension No order No logic No time Surrender…. The stars breathe Listen Hear See Feel Be Become... ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in Poetry Soul to Soul, Summer 2000)