it all depends so much on the knowing
as if the clinging itself would save you—
should holding prove itself inadequate
and release prove the impossible whole

a stone falls not demanding its meaning
and the bird must be held to the breeze—
fingers recalling a charmed slack of thread
the light passing through, unraveling vision

ache is your body surrendering its borders
open palms, soft geometry, inward home—
absence without calculus, knots sans ropes
now don the glove; let the snake find your hand