At Ease

On days I am jumpy with jitters,
like a new contestant on the game show, Jeopardy,

waiting for the hazard of the wrong answer
to throttle me

I say a prayer
a million times, the benediction
to the rest of my life

"My servile ways are over."

There is a harmony that reverberates
to the sound of that simplicity
of taking charge of all that is in front of me.

There is no one to blame,
no one to blame me.
I am responsible for my own way
with the help of love alone.

From that perspective
my heart slows, my breath is even
and fills my belly
with life. My shoulders fall loosely
into their sockets and I am ready

to fall into step and conversation
with the Beloved.

This yoke is so easy.