Dropping the Banana

All I have to do
is let it go –
like a falcon
releasing a rabbit;
like an athlete
relinquishing a golden dream;
like a hungry child
tossing a ripe mango
into the sun.

All I have to do
I dread.
What happens
if I can’t let go?
What happens if I can?

Surely it is safer
not to experiment –
for – see here –
I am not alone!
I recognize you, fellow monkeys,
clinging to the thresholds
of normality.
Rattling imprisoned limbs,
You dare me to desert.

All I have to do,
I do.
Finger by finger
I loosen my grip.
I let it go.

There was no banana.
Only a fist
contorted by fear,
choking the innocent air.