at least to imagine being carried,
at least to act as if the fate of the world
(or my small part of it)
doesn’t depend on the quality
of my thoughts, doesn’t depend on me
And indeed, this may be a key —
to unscrunch my eyebrows
and release the worry entailed
in thinking I have to drive something
so much bigger than I am
Let this be a lesson to me,
that the soaring harmony of spheres
knows how to take care of itself.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2018
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