Poem-a-day - April 23

Today's prompt: Write about being exhausted

It's exhausting when the world's woes

come into your bedroom at three A.M;

You neighbor who has too many health problems,

Your friend who's son has cancer,

the poor of the world meeting in Bolivia

to find a way to ask for justice.

Then there's your own backyard

filling with dandelions,

your hemorrhoids and hangnails.

How do you hold all this with intention,

with awareness and still not lose

the perfect square of glittering white moonlight

that has fallen on your bedspread?