the current

I am afraid of never discovering
it is never enough
sweet icy night wind
slicing my face
bleeding me
we are past the conventions
of being leached
I like the bite

always have been a fan
of surpassing
self enforced limitations
our imaginations figment
autumn summons me
daring me to make the leap
knowing the fall awaits
holding my breath and diving

hair flying in the wind
parachutes; the brisk of the air
the longing to free myself
to let the flow take over
and move me further
in the direction of desire
for as long as life allows
and I choose to allow it

my spirit cooled by the force
and God surrounds me
with His palm underneath me
in case the winds die down
or the rip cord frays
or I forget to let go
and the smooth skin of God's grace
moves me to feel the breeze