There is nowhere else to go.
Here, I am already where I am meant to be.
I can’t rush it, push it, cut it short or bypass it.
This ache.
It kills me and, keeps me breathing.
It is the way and the destination. The path and the home.
It lives right here, in my thinning bones and my longing heart.
It traverses my throat, hot, sucking the wind from under my wings.
Sings and wails in my chest, making me hoarse.
Perches on the back of my neck, slowing me right down.
Plonks its weight across my shoulders
Pleading “I am yours. I have nowhere else to go.”
No matter how much I want to run away from it, it keeps holding my hand.
“I am here for you.”
This moment demands my patience.
It wants me to stand steady where I am.
Wait and watch this undulation that is mine, is me.
Let the horizon be that elusive flat line faraway.
Let this thing be here with me.
No need to chase the horizon.
This, for now is the place to be.
A wise old man once said, you can’t push a river.