Rift

(For Dara)

We incorporated a detour.
Then everyone dispersed
To their homes.

Too many samples were sampled.
Too many fires were set.
Too many links fell away.
Too much free will.

Was there another way?
I practiced knowing for days.
Maybe I, or it, was just over the precipice.
Everyone. Was there. Free will.

Before the farewell,
What was there to know?
Oh, maybe, Precipice!

Everyone was doing something.
After arriving home we all yelled
Into our cellars and didn’t think
It looked like denial.