You have established your one life;
have you secured it
or skewered it?
This midwinter warmup,
this promising breeze
(a premature escapee of spring)
urges:
"Cut loose!
Cut yourself loose!"
Whose voice is this, really?
If the voice of God, hoist anchor.
If your soul, pull up the stakes.
If life itself, jettison the ballast.
Whose voice does it need to be?
Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
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