the only way,
the only choice, you see,
is
just
to
BE.
Be here, where distant dreams
are barely visible,
I am.
That's it.
Present and content
within the skin that drapes my bones
and seems to sag more when
I'm all alone
but doesn't.
Here.
A drink of water
bite to eat,
a post to like,
just tackling life
a second
at a time.
Here.
Sometimes it's all that I can do.
But all that I can manage
in the moment
is enough.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2025
