Meanwhile

You do not have to be alone.

You do not have to sit in your thoughts.

For a moment, feel me.

You only have to let the gentle child of your body

speak what it loves.

Tell me about numbness, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile, the window breathes in the morning air.

Meanwhile, the child and the mother’s smiles

are moving across their faces,

over the hush of dawn, over the soft hands,

the breath and the heartbeat.

Meanwhile, the swan swims in the clear water.

Whoever ignored you, no matter how much you hurt,

the world offers loneliness to your body.

Swim on the water like the swan, calm and happy—

over and over, feel your place

in the presence of nature.

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