Leave everything undefined, including yourself. Befriend uncertainty.
Fall in love with mystery. Kneel at the altar of Not Knowing.
Give your questions time to breathe, and the answers will find you.

— Jeff Foster

•••

Without form, you float with loss
in that space between here and gone,

your cries lifting like fog, seeking
answers to the unanswerable. The you

who once was has morphed into one
who looks like you and sounds like you

but who is utterly transformed, your
molecules blasted out of a cannon,

resettling into an unrecognizable form.
This is no accident. This is the cost of living

in a body with an expiration date unknown
to the one in that body—and to the ones

who loved the one in that body. You, awash
in grief, fear drowning, but look—

you’re floating, face upturned to sky,
breath like clouds coming and going—

going and coming—uncertain, unknowing,
but here. You. Here.

You and your wide open, tender heart.