Already Here

What would you discover

About your truth

If you accepted

You’re already here,

Already living?

You’d be like a tourist who loves the desert

Arriving as a vast canyon

Only to realize the complexity of its laced crags,

The coldness of its red stone,

And the brightness,

Washing the brilliant reds and yellows

Into off-white.

“How could you already be here?

How could I not have known?”

The desert teaches

How small and young we are.

It takes bravery of a child to crest the lip

Of your own deep canyon

And explore each organism

In the face of the vast

Unabashed

Void.

To bend over and inspect a pebble under a sage brush inside a small crack,

Old and broken and faded and wise,

And attempt to find from where in the wall it fell.