Instructions for the journey Poem by Pat Schneider
The self you leave behind
Is only a skin you have outgrown
Don't grieve for it.
Look to the wet, raw unfinished
self, the one you are becoming.
The world too sheds its skin:
politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days.
It's easy to lose this tenderly
unfolding moment. Look for it
as if it were the first green blade
after a long winter. Listen for it
as if it were the first clear tone
in a place where dawn is heralded by bells.
And if all that fails,
wash your own dishes.
Rinse them.
Stand in your kitchen at your sink.
Let cold water run between your fingers.
Feel it.
