THIS LITTLE CABIN

Storm clouds gathering
Out across the lake.
All these things
you worry might happen but don’t.
Filling your days with anxiousness,
like static.
Shift attention to the tip of your nose
air moving,
in and out and around,
Like it has always done.
You are not separate from any of this
Your will,
if you will,
Stay focused on doing good.
You are here for nothing else,
But this.