Slip Through, Take Nothing Poem by Renee Marie

Certainty drips
through hope of outcomes
feared.

Uncertainty occupies
all space left unclaimed yet
still revered.

I am certain
of that which I see,
touch,
taste,
and hear through careful discernment.

There is no bondage
more common
than "knowing"
turned into spears.

In "knowing"
do we invite exclusion?
In claiming truth
do we sequester progress?
In "allowing"
can we slip-through, unscathed
in witness to our years?

Bathe me in silence
beside you.
Cuddle my busy mind and
rock me gently
through your cooing songs
and our primal tears; for I am as yet,
undecided.

© Reneé Marie
4.25.16