“…where hard things bob up
from the ocean of minutes and it could
be just innocuous clumps of seaweed
just brush off…or it could be
a landmine adrift, set off by casual touch….”
From poem 36, “Here I Am,” in my book, Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing. Listen here: https://youtu.be/LosxbOXrvyU
I wrote this poem seven years ago at a very different time, but it seems like I wrote it for today. Trying to avoid the darkness of anxiety feels very familiar. You?