The tether

I felt as suspended as always,
Last night,
As Carl Jung was telling me about neurosis
And my tether

I watched
As I succumbed to the pit of my stomach
As, with a dry, familiar thump, the cord snapped
And the void vacuumed me inwards—away
From eyes that had left me in the space I had ceased to occupy

I saw myself, buoyant and expecting
Waiting and wading through my desires
Letting the sterile peace
While the world away—
Stifle it

Last night, Jung spoke with soothing authority
And said, as he braided and mended my tether:

All I have to do is do as I do as I do