fiercely anticipating the yin of winter....

Red

I dreamt last night
of being tossed in the ocean by waves not found,
 in this waking reality.

Strangely, I felt unafraid. Just present and
rolling with the breaks over my shoulders
that could
bring me to my knees.

Much like I felt during the night of Obama's election –
a new charge was created,
unsheathed
by the popular votes of my neighbors.

Oh, hello.

And then I stared down
with the tribe,
from hundreds of feet above this
sea of unconsciousness.

Below me was a circular pool of
blood,
containing limbs stuck every which way,
bobbing in their own salty sea.

It's me,
my ego shattering before me
as I look on, ready to make the transformation
from reactive to responsive.

From fear to love,
no questions asked.