Maybe hear a compliment about
an unexpected aspect of your anxious self.
Another chance to forgive them all,
to accept something--finally.
Begin with a Swiss cheese and spinach omelet topped with salsa.
Already feeling health and gentle power.
And then the chance to plant bare feet
on the sand where herons lift
their humongous wings as you meet their land
and you all glow with immortal soul.
Another chance to dream you are not a clump
of matter formed from flotsam in exploding stars.
A chance to ride a bike on a new trail, flat and blooming,
all yours, another chance to stop
by the wide lake, lean your sore back on a rock
and write two good lines,
about silvery fish and purple berries--consolation
for all that fails to last.
Another chance to be at ease on Earth,
to think of not one thing
that must be changed.
