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I’m noticing, this spring,
that a resistance,
like trying to move through viscous air, has let up.
It’s been some years now.
Gardening I haven’t gotten to,
piles of earth left over from excavations
not so much in the way as out of mind
this morning I put to use, filling in valleys
that otherwise held the rain
where it wasn’t needed.
I’m not sure what it’s been
what’s happened to help me let go.
Long enough I’ve felt the quiet, stubborn, turning away
the unwillingness to ‘just get on with it’
when to do so would have meant doing without feeling
and not knowing how long I’d have to wait, or if.
But maybe that’s part of letting go:
Letting go the need to get on
just being there with the stasis, breathing shallowly if necessary
letting the clock tick tick.
Part of the mystery of intuition
the listening and listening with no necessary discernment
is that, when the present stays more or less the same
and only the background radiation lessens