Consolation

Some days
getting off the couch
means stepping
off the cliff.

How many times
must we practise
this walk
off into thin air
falling onto trust?

Seems the more love
the more death
the more illumining
the more spaced the crumbs
leading into the middle
of a densely packed
black forest.

But still
console your heart
with this:
when the night is
at its blackest
while you sleep
the sun lies
beneath your feet.