It is okay
if all you want from your Friday evening
is to feel the way the March breeze
sends your hair across your face

It is okay
if the windchimes ask to be your lover
and if no one else is fitting in that space;
It is okay to let them

It is okay
if front porch shadows
and sitting as the chill
works its way into the day
are your only plans tonight

It is okay
to think slowly, to breathe slowly,
to loosen your grasp
on the world others insist on living in
and slip beneath for awhile

It is okay
to leave this earth behind
and it is more than okay
not to know when you’ll return

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