The simplest thing in the world,
is not the most straightforward
thing in the world—
flip your trusty
ball cap upside-down
and catch a little sunlight,
instead of blocking it out;
notice the profligate
shuffling of your feet
against
the unstoppable stillness
of the ground;
look up
and out beyond churches
whose pointed rooftops reach,
but don't ever touch
the obdurate clouds—
and try to feel
certain (without yet knowing how
to parse it in a sentence)
that help is not on the way—
help is all around.
