Ecstasy is hard to describe

by Gina Ricardi

It’s like falling
softly into a pool
of crystal
mountain water
floating on your
back circular
beneath vibrant
sky, deciphering
codes in the
clouds, spinning,
dizzy, fast.

It isn’t at all
like going clear
out of your
head, lunatic
mad, throwing
yourself in
front of a
runaway train,
insane, hallucinating
black widows and
black helicopters
behind you
CRAZY.

It’s a lot more
like jumping into
your own brain,
ferreting
what’s inside,
accepting past
failures, freeing
self destructive
demons, forgiving
yourself and
those you love
and even those
you despise.