follow the love,
go now with no
thought of consequences
follow the love
like the scent of baking
bread
in a craggy wilderness
or music rising like dust
on the abandoned air in streets
emptied by war
follow the love
that points to you
among the multitudes and
says,
“that’s the one I want!”
the compass handed down to
you
is broken, an inheritance
of wandering and want
bury it in the sand and follow
now
day and night to the edge
of yourself—
then jump!
