Drop everything
even your hat
even the money
you didn’t give,
even the rabbit
you didn’t pull out,
even the thoughts
you wish you never had.
Drop everything.
The day is coming
where levity will
be in demand.
You can’t push over
what isn’t attached.
Drop everything
and ring like a bell
against itself
and sing like a song
to no one in particular
and run without destination
over the hardened ground.
Drop everything
even the happiness
you’ve never considered,
even the soft bed
you’ve sunk into,
even the freedom in flesh
you’ve found.
Drop everything
even the sound
that silently
swings in your head.
Drop everything!
The day is coming
when the suitcases
will be piled high at the door
when the flesh
will waste away on
its rusting pedestal,
when thirst
will dry up no more.
The day is coming
when all will be
counted only once.
Drop everything!
Come!
Lachez tout!
