Today, Here I Am, Letting Go

Here I am
lingering like a vagabond
in the spaces between real time
and no time.

I decompress between afternoon intensity
of teaching the blind to see the sky
and the deaf to hear God's footsteps

and evening's chilly decline into the hours
that repossess the soul at sunset.

Between sleeping and waking
the breath lances the quiet
and smells like death and damp mildew.

Here I am
lingering with hope
that I might glimpse real love
in the face of a stranger.

I breathe, exhale,
and pray for the grace
to let go of beauty
at the end of every day.