After days like today, I want to remember that

How I feel is a choice

What matters is a choice

Which burdens I carry is a choice

It is always possible to put them down

Forget them under a you seat on the bus

And walk away light

Ride a bike to an ice cream shop

And on to a luminous pond

Inhabited by a hundred little green frogs

And a turtle that may already be dead

If she died, oh what a life she lived

And in what a beautiful place she rests,

Slowly decomposing into water.