Sacrifice

This gentle time 

is plundered again before we get there,

at the jagged edge of falling in,

a romance with the need to produce

some achey harvest,

some crackling voice

leveraged to convince me

of the value of the lineage of threat

that will never bring me comfort.

By design, there is no time to rest.

There is nothing that will slow the wave of rage

that rushes in and sweeps all reasonable thinking

away.  

instead of thrashing around,

I have changed my mind

and will sit

quite still

the breath

moving

like a dance,

in and out 

leaving this one

precious body 

as sacrifice.