carrying that sled
uphill for so long, I forgot
it was for riding
*
shedding the roof
when the house no longer fits—
now nothing between us and the stars
*
but I miss the weight
say the hands, too free after
setting down the stone chest
*
running full speed
into my own fear, I ricochet
into the arms of god
the first and third stanzas sound like you’re still processing Sisyphus.
as for your last stanza, is it your fear that you’re ricocheting off of, or is it something else. (seems to me, as i currently sit with no fears at the moment, that our fears, once we finally deal with ’em, typically are too ephemeral, too insubstantial for us to bounce/ricochet off of—never mind there being enough to actually, “[run] full speed/into.”)
Surprise #1, my favorite. And it was a surprise, that last line. Next time, just drag it!