Exhale
Just letting go
A tangled pile of odds and ends
await me every morning
always ready to ignite
in conflagration of
inscrutable confusion
There are threads
that wind their way, it seems
through every damned thing in this
tangled symphony of thoughts
and feelings, fears and foolishness
And so each morning I rise to sit
and press this unruly parliament
of cacophony and riot
into some semblance of peace
with the in-breath and the out
and with that most wonderful of arts
that mother of all virtues: the thankful heart
and its dear cousin: just letting go
© Simon Wade 2020
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