believe every streetsign

we are at
noon again

again my chai

goes cold

again it will

begin to rain

soon if

not now

believe every

streetsign, i have

told myself

and it's true

all the moths

and raindrops

and light shafts

lead me where

i need to go

even the fear or anger

that rises like a storm

in my bodyvessel

is meaningful, spilling

full with meaning if

i learn to listen

right now all the clouds

and all the people

and all the roadside peacocks

have been telling me it is time

to let go, to cast off

every weight i do not

need to carry. and the thing is

there is no weight

i need to carry

no anxiety that will save me

no anger righteous enough