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appreciation begets abundance
aren’t the days meant to be more.

eutrophic-
rich in nutrients
and so supporting a dense—
imagination.

each day bleeding into the next
this virus holding us hostage.
decomposition depriving us of
the sacred and the mundane:
building a different reflection,
bronzing skin,
waiting for break throughs,
nothing changes without follow-through.

stop feeling sorry for yourself:
floating in a pool
bathed in scorching light.
create a culture of gratitude
instead of just reading about it.
no highlighted passages in a book
will raise your kids. instill in them
the values you can’t seem to muster.

the pond is murky.
the algae ready to devour the oxygen,
but the gravel floor is just beneath your toes,
rake in hand, working
toward clear crystal water.

balance is not
a passive resting place.
it takes work.