©Paul Goldman December 29, 2014
In The Event Of
In the event of forgetting,
I no longer have to break
the glass and pull the handle.
For, being steeped in You,
I only have to remember to
Hidden in each breath,
is the secret code for my success.
Upon each inhale, You reveal
once more that every single thing,
is unbelievably alright. Exhalation
comes as an even greater release-
as each fiction fades into the whisper of molecules.
In the event of love’s realization, I only have
to keep breathing, assured that the rest of this,
will work itself out.