Knowing When It is Time to Go

The divestment from this miserly and unfaithful master
is threaded from a spool spun with potent, black misery.

Vanity loves another kind of company
and all I can do is run from the poison
and too many pockmarked promises.

I forget myself on a vagabond errand
toward joy that cannot be measured by money
or human desire. Time and love are all that matter.

Time and love are all that I have been given.

I am chalky with gratitude
and evening dusts me with salty simplicity
like I know at the end of a sunny soak
in the belly of the ocean.
In this moment only
I am breathing air saturated with brine
and God's constant laughter--

knowing so clearly when
it is time to go.