when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .
everything
is ok:
the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok
the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok
the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok
the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok
the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok
the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok
the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok
the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok
the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok
the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok
everything
is
ok
even the
things
that
aren't
they're
ok too
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .
everything
is ok:
the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok
the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok
the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok
the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok
the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok
the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok
the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok
the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok
the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok
the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok
everything
is
ok
even the
things
that
aren't
they're
ok too