For Whomsoever
I hope you have the chance to do nothing.
You can stop here, heed no further.
Or nestle between beginnings/endings
of wording: there there there
It’s the way an elder consoles the hurt child.
There, there, there.
Bringing him close, bringing her close,
into the nexus of an us:
us understanding, us having been there.
There, there. It will get better.
When you’re grown, making a living,
I hope you have the chance to do nothing.
To take it in, the medicine of air.
To feel held by the air.
~ LCMH
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