In my corner of the world
I hear people express their opinions
On mental illness.
I wander in
To see whether my thoughts
Might be considered.
When I determine
I would do better
Otherwise,
I return to my corner
Give thanks
For the opportunity
To weigh in,
To weigh out.
I listen to the underlayment of care
In the conversation.
Soon I will join them
To eat spaghetti
For dinner.
Tonight
As I retire for bed
I will look for the moon
Waxing gibbous.
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