I Don’t Hold It

I don’t hold it
The way I did

I leave things
Where they land

I don’t move them
Into place

If something shows
I let it

I don’t step back
In time

My voice reaches
Before I decide

I hear it
As it happens

I don’t prepare
My face

I forget
To correct it

The weight is still there
But lower

Not lighter
Just closer

I stand where I am
And stay

I don’t explain
Why

I don’t hold it
I don’t shape it

If it shows
It shows