how I live with foreboding
how I live with foreboding
foremost, the breath
unsteady
watch it even, settle
remember
it’s required and dear
the mind
skittish, disturbed—
turn it away from
dark stories feeding
brains built to notice
what’s wrong
drink in sharp
scent of ripening
tomatoes
or walk in first rain
petrichor rising
birds ruffle and preen
soothing me
as they bathe
Your poem is a support for me, an individual, attempting to live sanely amid all the "dark stories" and fabrications scorching Portland, Oregon.
a thousand thanks for the ever-needed reminder...