Just a thought, not instructions.
Maybe turn off the music.
Maybe give up on your shows.
Maybe turn away from news.
Maybe put away your books.
Maybe set aside this poem.
Just use what senses you have.
You don’t have to go outside.
If you can and want to, sure.
You don’t need to know the world’s
Linnaean nomenclature
Or folk names for the flowers.
Be where you don’t bring your words.
Don’t worry. The words will wait
Here, eager for your return.
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