Tag: anxiety

enough

I am always somewhere else
not in one place
on to the next 
back there and 
even further on.

Tell me, 
when will the waxing 
crescent 
above the setting sun 
be enough
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doubt

I know she came before

that summer
and the beach
the balcony plants
the orange tree

I understand
you said
you’ve moved on

I’m wondering
if moving on 
for you
means holding 
her space

while I
hold out
my heart

wondering if 
you’ll take it
while giving
your own
to her.
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Meditate

The doctor
asks me
if I meditate.

He tells me 
it may help
alleviate
my anxiety
my (often) self-made
turmoil.

I smile.

“Sure,”

I say.

I meditate
in the mornings
when his
hand reaches
under 
the covers
for my own.

I meditate
under the rays
of the rising sun
as I
listen to his sounds
of sleep.

I meditate
in the smell
of his skin
on the constellation
of his sun spots
in the wrinkles
around his mouth
as he smiles.

"Yes," 

I continue.

"I meditate every day."

I meditate
to my heart’s song
and the rhythm
it shares with his.
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