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reparing for what for what</p><p id="77f9">for what and knowing there’s no such thing.</p><p id="bc9f">Between Buddhism and a hard place. Between ongoing contrasts</p><p id="6515">of calm and chaos. It is 6pm it is daylight it is sunny.</p><p id="6f60">It is 6pm and I observe this much. It is 6pm and poets poet</p><p id="2bd0">from here until dawn so it might seem</p><p id="a080">so it might dream. I am grateful when it flows.</p><p id="2303">Even if it trickles even if it is,</p><p id="2b6b">potentially dumb as in struck as in a</p><p id="1f00">sweet dog with a tilted head listening, looking</p><p id="c426">as in what good is it all the good of all day</p><p id="0f76">spent in wonder spent in loops — …</p><p id="b682">We ordered a treadmill from a scam website.</p><p id="97a4">They took our money. They won’t deliver.</p><p id="2af6">Each day it is a balance between what we aim for</p><p id="f116">what we try and what</p><p id="8a09">actually plays out - what actually arrives.</p><p id="2d74">©<a href="https://medium.com/@jennyjustice">Jenny Justice.</a> All Rights Reserved.</p><p id="763d"><b><i>Jenny Justice</i></b><i>, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at<a href=

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What Actually Arrives

A Poem

It’s light at 6 the poet notes.

Observations are simple now. Depth is for times of consistency,

depth is for times of time that does not feel sucked down

into a vortex of hours and hours and hours spent in strange prayer. Hours divided

between avoiding news and reading news like it’s my job, like it’s my calling -

between contemplating what to do in a day and realizing that the day is done

all in the same moment. Between zooming and homeschooling,

between the shoulds and coulds of fitness and health and wise decisions about oreos or apples,

between glancing up and out and seeing daylight where night used to be

and night where daylight used to be

between preparing for what for what

for what and knowing there’s no such thing.

Between Buddhism and a hard place. Between ongoing contrasts

of calm and chaos. It is 6pm it is daylight it is sunny.

It is 6pm and I observe this much. It is 6pm and poets poet

from here until dawn so it might seem

so it might dream. I am grateful when it flows.

Even if it trickles even if it is,

potentially dumb as in struck as in a

sweet dog with a tilted head listening, looking

as in what good is it all the good of all day

spent in wonder spent in loops — …

We ordered a treadmill from a scam website.

They took our money. They won’t deliver.

Each day it is a balance between what we aim for

what we try and what

actually plays out - what actually arrives.

Jenny Justice, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.