From The Tree Remains
For too long
I have been afflicted
by knowledge without power—
the places I cannot go,
the wars I cannot win,
the injustices I cannot right.
And so I take my dog
for a drive out to the park
stop at the local coffee shop on the way
and be sure to tip the barista.
Later I will check the plants in the garden
where I’ve added some string lights
for night time beauty,
and then I’ll write this little poem
because it’s all I can do,
and that’s enough.
Simply lovely, thank you for sharing.