“Containers break. Eras end.
Thing-ness only a stopping ground,
a pause on the train station, followed by moving on.
You were never yourself, and I was never I.
Everything cresting and falling,
giving way, again, to the ocean.
When you know that you are just a disco party
of cells that came together for a time,
you’ll live like the blazing sphere that you are,
and dance with the spheres around you.
You won’t ask of them or tax them,
or want them to be anything.
You’ll be boogieing in the sun, and look
over your shoulder, breathless, to say
Quick! It’s only for a moment that we are this.
Let’s watch our knees glisten
As we land from a raucous jump.
Let’s wait and watch our hands darken
Covered with night.
Let’s cry, at the realness of it,
and the dreamness of it,
for a time.”
~Tara Sophia Mohr from Your Other Names