This is How You Come

A poem about acceptance

We’ve heard about gravity, We know what it’s for. We stack our plates pretty carefully, To keep them safe from the floor.

We see the moon sitting out there, With her silvery white glow. Not all of us know why, But she’s out there — we know.

We get that death is an outcome, Inescapable and inbound. It’s as certain as gravity, Pulling the rain to the ground.

You see, these things we’ve accepted, Because we have no other choice. We must live with these notions, Like we live with our voice.

And in that I take comfort, Because now, finally, I know. Why you do what you do —

— I’ve accepted, and let go.