I am discouraged.
A discouraged that makes tears run down.
Then I realize the feeling comes
from believing that all of this -
life, opinions, choices, jobs, critiques
really matter.
They don’t.
What matters is the music outside
wafting over the grass
voices sharing in a bit of laughter
the light of this computer
shining on my face
and knowing
that it will
all be
okay.
