“I walked backwards, against time
and that’s where I caught the moon
singing at me.


I steeped downwards into my seat
and that’s where I caught freedom
waiting for me like a lilac.


I ended thought, and I ended story.
I stopped designing, and arguing, and
sculpting a happy life.


I didn’t die. I didn’t turn to dust.


Instead I chopped vegetables,
and made a calm lake inside me
where the water was clear and sourced and still.


And when the ones I love came to it,
I had something to give them, and
it offered them a soft road out of pain.


I became beloved.


And I came to know that this was it.
The quiet power.
I could give something mighty, lasting,
that stopped the wheels of chaos,


by tending to the river inside,
keeping the water rich and deep
keeping a bench for you to visit.”
~Tara Sophia Mohr from Your Other Names: Poems by Tara Sophia Mohr