Let us deceive ourselves a little
while Let us pretend that air
is earth and falling lie resting
within each other’s gaze Let us

deny that flame consumes that
fruit ripens that the wave must
break Let us forget the circle’s
fixed beginning marks to the
instant its ordained end Let us

lean upon the moment and expect
time to enfold us space sustain
our weight Let us be still and

falling lie face to face and drink
each others breath Be still
Let us be still We lie secure

within the careful mind of death

May Swenson, “Secure” (via Inward Bound Poetry)