Thursday, December 1, 2016

Poem #18

Thanksgiving weekend, 2016

we were sitting on the hotel porch in the
watery afternoon light just the three of us
bundled up in sweaters our eyes closed our
faces turned towards the warmth of the sun

when it occurred to me that maybe just
maybe it was ok to relax for a minute that
running around in a panic all the time wasn’t
going to help anything that best-case scenario

we were all in this new mess of a world for the
longterm and that ultimately the ability to check
out for a moment to refill our reservoirs of energy
and tenacity was not something to feel guilty about

but rather an essential capacity which
would in the coming months and years
become absolutely necessary were we to
manage to make ourselves of any use at all

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