How to be happy for the unfolding
that has been, that has,
until this moment, seemed meaningful
and inevitable?
Nine years ago, you chose experience
over love, and boy did you get it.
A swashbuckling education in emotional travel;
around the world in eighty greys–
vulnerability, discovery, loss,
mortality, shame, error.
Yet it’s a decision you continue
to make like a contract, annually
renewing over and over this strange,
lonely sort of freedom.
~ Julia Daye
At the end of the day
and the end of the year
and the end of this life
and all things I know,
I allow trust to replace vision.
The night sky’s deep celestial face emerges
again from behind its sunny blue façade.
What is dream but a midnight
porthole into invisible infinity?
Tonight, the bumblebees that fly
around my vulnerability, stop
and land,
allowing the space to yawn
wide and open.
A cozy tide beckons release
of these weary lids,
dissolving again
into darkness
and the dream.
~ Julia Daye
investigating reality 