me
sometimes
it’s like this—
I breathe
and just
be—me
nothing more
nothing less
nothing else
I’m
not complaining
I like to be me—
just me
no problem
to solve,
nothing
to write
or to see
or feel
or read
or hear
or to understand
just to breathe
and
feel my heart
beat—
if I itch
then
I scratch
I survive
I’m alive
and that’s
good enough
no zen
or yoga
just me
and
eternity
and now you
Look both ways and mind the gaps,
but also remember to just be, sometimes,
and let go of it all,
whenever you can.