wish:

this morning
the bracelet broke

relief
shoulders drop forward
heart raises to realize:

what will be will be
my understanding
is not necessary

dear frayed blue ribbon,
senhor do bonfim:
thank you for teaching me
my greatest lesson:

life is not mine to move.
i am not the puppetmaster.
i am only a single fleck
waiting to be moved
by the waves
of this world's giant storm

now return
to mountain pose.
strong feet, steady posture
arms to the sky:
body falling forward,
but heart always, always leading
before the mind