A to Z

The alphabet
of these days of healing
flows like honey
from the source
of all sweetness.

I am an acrobat
gathering silks
around my ankles
and wrists--
not to bind myself,
but to fly
free of all the surprises
that blindsided me
in other occupations;
obsessions that grew tired
of the will
needed
for this much
attention.

I am indigo.

I am a melange
of kindnesses
and kisses.

I am nocturnal
and as plush as
morning coffee
with raw sugar
and cream.

I am ready
to jettison
the contents of
every other life
I have
had
to carry

and
leave them behind
with ceremonious zeal.