7-5-22

On this very hot and humid day, a breeze moves the leaves,

but the branches are still.

The clouds slowly drift west to east.

Let me stop to appreciate my breath.

In my mind I feel the need to justify myself,

to prove my worth.

We enjoy trees being trees, birds being birds, sky being sky,

But as for me, I must smile more, meditate longer, write better.

Let me accept my reduction.

I am becoming less as all things do.

Again grateful for my breath.

Maybe today I will be a disappointment to some-

maybe even myself.

Expectations dissolving, clouds drifting.