not hope, not despair

ice snow

slow down

warmth comes again on wednesday, they say

until then a taste of summer,

cantaloupe in plastic

what can I stay committed to

when the energies surrounding me

are as changeable as the sky

in November

react less

more love for a soft belly

allowing this self to dance

not waiting for a different container, strength, shape.

no simple solutions

nothing is going away

be challenged each day

in the discernment, reckoning

recreating becoming belonging.

trust your authentic impulses

let intuition freely play

something will reveal itself, in divine timing

not hope, not despair

commit instead to the movement, to flow, to trust, to feeling, to momentum, to stillness,

allowing the rhythm of my breath.

radically tender repair

disrupting chronic divisions

with unshaken rememberings of real worth.