Two emails: keep breathing

Monday morning

An hour before that meeting

it took two weeks to secure.

My inbox - not much here

(My pickings are slim these days)

but, what is this?

'Yes, please, do set your own conditions

do name your price'

Shock inhale quickly surprise: work!

Do I name my new price? how long? What's fair? Anxiety.

he said:

it is just excitement,

give it over.

(Hold on,

let go

keep breathing)

And then.

the other inbox.

'My dad died.'

Shock inhale quickly sadness: ah! death.

What can I possibly say? What is appropriate? What's true?

things come

things go.

(Hold on,

let go

Keep breathing.)

In the afternoon

a walk - legs warm, mind warped -

nothing I (ever) say feels

adequate.

and then the blossoms

the color of roses

they swirl around me

like snow

in a warm spring wind

they dance in perfect form

seeing my forgotten perfection i

laugh

are there blossoms

where you are?

(hold on

let go

keep breathing)

maybe

it is all quite simple

nothing

to be overwhelmed about.

just life

and death.

taxes.

sex

and love.

you too

are held.

(breath in

breath out

let go

hold on -

lightly