this is the hard part.
where the muchness starts
spilling on to the rocks
& I lose my footing.

this is the offkey morning
that becomes the week
of discord in the
wind chimes.

this is the hazel weight of
all the different lives
I did not lead
staring down at my busy
hands & tired heart,
eyebrow raised.

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