Like a Poem

Sukha: "I feel a little bit sick, sad, and sore."
Papa: "'Sick, sad, and sore'? That sounds like a poem."
Sukha: "It looks like one. But it isn't."

It's alright. You can be embarrassed
By what you've done, but understand

That the swirl of everything happening
Around you is part of what you've done.

If you want to surrender a moment
Remember this mantra: only one.

Only one everything. Only one nothing.
Only one breath. Only one everyone.

You get the idea. If you're feeling

Sick, sore or sad, like a poem,

If you just realized you were part

Of some doing that could break your heart,

There's still only one laundromat
Where you and your daughter sat.

There's still only one spider descending
On one thin line. One day descending

All around you as you forget
What that mantra was. Not yet.