On Sunday at church I heard myself say: We all get our own things. Somehow seizures are mine to figure out. Hmm.
When they stand
In front of me at church
And say
This should never happen
To you
I hear myself answer
Ah
But this thing
Is mine
I am still learning
The ins and outs
The wrinkles
The edges
The ways I might happen
To become a better person
The sitting still
The wobbling
When I walk,
The focus
On the one particular thing,
Essential
To this one
Particular moment.
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