Final Horizon

     I keep exploring
for a whole more than the parts
     a flow that dances

Wish the angels would
  help me walk on water
I would be light enough then
  to go to those islands
    on the horizon line
      across the Salish Sea
        to not be carrying all I’ve made

But I don’t yet know how to live
  without most of that stuff / my ego included
    and I’m always making more stuff
      Those early creations need to go 

I’m still learning who
  God created me 
    to be
    to live with losses / already suffered
    to say yes to
	the dissolutions to come
    to know my work is finished
  and that I am going home / but not yet

Though now I trust
  that homing imaginary
    and those flights of angels
      and I am content