reading braille at night (sort of after Rumi)

courage my loved one
fearful days have arrived
but only because
you have summoned them

it is an open-casket funeral
behold your beautiful face

come,
drink from the faucet
like you did when you were young

you are free
like the light that consumes your fear
as you take your own hand
and laugh
for all the things you never wanted
in the first place