i let all things pass
i am impervious to conflict
it rolls off my back and into a bucket of
disregarded worries
it's effective
for now
i feel one day this old wooden bucket
shaking under the weight
will give in
my worries will break the great dam
what has been keeping me together
that water will tear through my seams
that water will run down my fingers
that water will flow in my hair
that water will not be in my eyes
for this bucket: the worry bucket
has taught me
that everything can pass
there is no need to yell at the clouds
for raining on your freshly washed car
i've learned
head back, eyes closed
(that's what my mother told me
when she was bathing me as a kid)
so that rain will never reach my eyes