May Be (Sonnet)

Maybe that free-fall sensation is you
floating in the ocean, love, divine, hold.
Maybe in the darkness is the way through,
releasing your fears to lighten the load.

Cleansing power of the dark of the moon,
you're under its spell, dark night sky, and cold.
Bright white stars, pinpricks in velvety view,
glimpses, shining radiantly and bold.

Maybe when you're lost, you can find yourself.
Maybe you can love the chaos when your 
barking dog settles down and all is well.
Maybe you can break the surface, breathe air.

Welcome your ashes, wounded deity,
be where you are, then be where you will be.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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