Turn the drama in your head
into musical comedy—
financial woes, toothache,
car repairs, cranky teens, those
lines around your eyes
Transform when set to music.
Like the trick you could do once:
Blur your eyes, turn the world
into a Monet water garden
Reframe the ashes from the fire
into falling stars that glimmer
in your hair like snowflakes
Turn the monster at the window
to a friendly beast searching
for a bowl of warm milk
Let the thick black binder
labeled Worst Case Scenarios
become a journal trimmed in glitter
Write some stories you can
walk in— full of gardens,
full of laughter and adventure,
and quiet rooms with soft beds.
Relax. Outside, those old
abandoned black scenarios
crumble into the ground,
fertilize the garden plants
forget-me-not, impatiens,
rosemary for remembrance.
I read this two weeks ago and I liked it. I read it today and I love it. It touches that soft spot in the chest. The place of mindfulness Bruce tries so desperately to create.
Well, we can’t ALL be Bruce. Thank you, my friend, for reading and for your sweet words. Off to the cottage now. And you? Packing for a short voyage soon?