I am resolved to sweetness
to waiting for what’s next
to being pliable like bamboo
to dropping the oars.
I am resolved to look Beloved in the eyes
to soften my gaze
to allow the rattling sabers
and mushroom clouds
to pass through me
like the rainbow prism
passes through glass.
I am resolved to wait like stone
cool at night then warming with the sun
discerning between those who can
and those who can’t,
letting them go.
I am resolved to soften my shoulders
as well as my resolve
letting everything in
but keeping only jewels
relishing the long loneliness
in between.
© S. Rinderle, 12-17-19
