Reminders of the Remaining

Went to bed last night, head heavy.
Fighting off the day’s images,
Of faces that wouldn’t smile,
Of those that smiled excessively.

Thinking to myself, “They all think
I want something, why do they think that?”
These are the proofs, that I am still engaged,
In attachments—that show up in slight hurts.

Woke up this morning, heart heavy.
Head filled, still, with images.
Made coffee, images receding in a mist.
Leaving me quieter, reminding me of my remaining days.

My only witness is within me—kindness whole.

Featured image: View of Alkmaar by Jacob van Ruisdael (1670), via

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