Wednesday, June 9, 2021


Letting Be

I gave up on myself

Before I learned to let it go.

You ever chase a squirrel

Or an anxious puppy

Or a backyard butterfly darting

Just out of reach?

After a while it seems hopeless

You’ll never catch it

The fun doesn't last.

You end up frustrated, breathless.

Like chasing after a love

That's right in front of your face.

Everything I have

I really shouldn’t keep.

Like this little brown toad

Cupped between my palms.

When I show it a sliver of light

It doesn’t need to be told when to leap.

But you cant let all the things go.

Some stick, like scabs 

That slough only when they’re ready.

The best is to learn to let things be.


1 comment:

Oldfoolrn said...

Amen! I never could figure out the purpose of butterfly flight (all so random, except for Monarchs)