Weighing In

You wanted me to weigh in before I walked
But my Soul alas - was massless.

It swung there mutely - with Zero
On the Dial - then lifted off out
Of there - carried me down the path - beyond
The open Gate. Through Orchard and Foothills
I never looked back - nor paused
To pick a Fruit - for fear of turning -

But now at last it's safe to turn
Up here on this Height - and shout -
"Measure me by my Poems. I left them
In the drawer of that wardrobe
With my long white dress - beside my small square table -
And that Window with a view to where I'm - Gone - "