threshing floor - fran carbonaro

[Larry Robinson]

threshing floor

the veil is thin today, branches reach
for you, bursting with spring, caressing 
your grief, even as we are dying, 
blossoms with tongues whisper
it's going to be alright, though
we leave you in confusion.
how can this be?  we, no longer 
struggling for the next breath
now suspended on a sacred breeze.

listen to plants, to birds' insistent calls
feel your earth spin and the sky open
to a great pause, the stillness within a shift.  
yes, nothing will ever be the same
you may have one day or many 
no matter: inhale, exhale, let go
and wander between what used to be 
necessities, no need to outshine 
yourself anymore.

trust the cycle intensifying now.
you are infected and waking up, 
you are churning on a threshing floor
of loss as new seeds ricochet, burrow,
sprout, grow up and out of the
teeming masses, the mulch of it all.
there's no denying the unknown
or so much life, climbing like a
hungry vine out of your waiting.

	- fran carbonaro