I’m fine. I’m not fine.
We can be both these things.
We can be more than these two things
in a moment. I want to be alive and I don’t
want to be alive all at the same time.
It crosses my mind today that letting go
completely & utterly is a relief. That nothing
or this something-nothing. I’ve been crying
on and off since this morning. I am
searching for the burial ground,
or is it the root of this marvelous rain.
A pick axe in one hand, a fist full of pills in the other
(figuratively speaking that is). I’m doing
a bit of both today. Allowing each part
to breathe. Another wound to heal.
I’ll be the doctor and the patient.