Poem 5

The big picture is hard today.
So I look for the small.
The frozen blueberry tinging white yogurt.
The woodpecker eating outside my window.

I cannot bear the wideness
Of politics and news.
So feel the warmth of my jacket.
The slight squeeze of the shoes on my feet.

I cannot solve the now.
But I can breathe.
Then exhale.
Then breathe.