CALL ME BELOVED

my mind doesn’t take the same maddening leaps it used to.
I read other amateurs work and feel it well up inside,
envy spreading through me like nausea, a burning rash
that is not easily quelled. self centering has become a new
full time occupation for me, as if my days aren’t full enough.

there is a better way. I know this, feel it as surely as the aches
in each of my joints – predictive – not sensing air pressure, but
rather a front of kinder fortune. there is a better way. I’ll stand
in early morning and breathe – the right time, the right place –
there is a better way. I wait for it and work toward it.