Channeling the Blast

Not long after I turned 36,
my mind and life exploded,
in a really good kind of explosion.
One day, every single hope I
ever had returned to me in a flash;
the blast which followed
brought with it a deep peace,
like after a big storm, a quiet,
a sense of safety and contentedness.
Suddenly, I could see more clearly
than ever, through the splinters falling in
the wake of the detonation.
Yet still with the explosion
exploding all around. My task,
seeing what I saw, naturally became
to channel the force of the blast,
to step up on top of it
like a surfer onto a wave, to ride
it right through to the end,
without letting go,
without letting myself down.
That one bang, I knew, had the idea
to carry me straight on through
to all conclusions.
And I decided to just sit back
and let it slide, to not get my fingers
in the way, to just let blasts be
blasts and truth be truth and
forever be whatever it wants to be.

(2006)