If I forget gratitude for blue sky views
in the thick of all drama-induced and/
or freeway-intensified myopias;
If I forget to forgive while my
wise heart flashes danger signs
that I, I, I am falling prey to dark ways,
to holding in or holding on
or holding up or holding out
or standing down from my best;
if I forget to pause, astounded,
before goodness, truth, and beauty
wherever I’ve found them,
stop me, friend, lover, brother,
son, father, mother. School me.
Be the difference to me.