The Risk

The risk is to live

Too swiftly

Too quickly

While quickening is being

Given life…

But song is not of that world

From which we are born,

And touching it

We reach for a world

That suspends us

Ever (yes) briefly

But so softly

In a place where

Neither thought nor breath

Need be taken

In haste

And it is through this cloud fall

Of suspension

Where we remember

What it is to breathe simultaneously

To exhale deeply

To feel more than what is ephemeral

In our lives

For music reaches past the sunset of lasting

And into the morn of


Living there for the moments

We expand our lives in song

We become once more

“Floating beings”

Unbound from our haste

And tethered ever more securely

To those who share

Our song.


~ by Rebecca Erickson on May 11, 2015.

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