i would see them talking to each other,
walking briskly through the rain.
and if i was so gifted,
i would stop the rain and forgive their mistakes
such that all who walked by me
would be lighter, momentarily, like air made flesh,
freed for seconds
from their beliefs about the sequence between birth and death,
their concerns about pleasure and pain.

they could be somehow brighter, better, unafraid,
easy hearts beating slowly.

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definitely doing a lot better. hard to say why the weekend was so hard, but getting back into the weekly routine has settled me down.