I must be tired from leaning forward,
he says. Too much living in the future,
in the plans, in the questions
of how to make everything
come out right

Yes, let’s take a break,
let’s lean into the day, ride for awhile
on the motes of the moment
and the three-caw council of crows
and letting it all go,
even the leaning.

Let the day come to me, he says.
At its own pace.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2015