Holding

something became clear today

not in words

but in the way the body steadies

after being shaken

a memory, but not quite memory

more like a way of standing

that has been here all along

learned long ago

without knowing it was being given

light, where there could have been weight

a quiet refusal

to turn away from what is difficult

and something softer underneath that

almost like a smile

that doesn’t need to show itself

it feels familiar

as if it was learned

without ever being taught

and is still here

without effort

still, it holds