I look out the window
to collect evidence
and save in a folder marked
“the why and why not and what of it”
and save in a folder marked
“the why and why not and what of it”
for me to reference
while I'm around
when those thoughts land to sink me
"ah" "what have you done"
I am no doer
I am a portal
in any case, look at this folder
this small collection
look
so many ways to enjoy a tea
so many ways to stand watching
look at these three riding pillion to their lives
/deaths
their will their way their stupidity
look at this uncle look at that child look at her absorb that look in his eyes
look there is boredom
right next to glee
look if you can, at pain overlaid,
can you bear it
patterns of pain and worry and fear
contrasted with laughter and grief and prayer
maybe don't look directly at the hope of it all
look at this silly ridiculous dog
my heart is a puddle
my mind
is an other matter
a folder
for my children to open
on days they have questions
and I’m not around
on days they have questions
and I’m not around
look at me hoping it helps
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