I’ve been out
growing a garden
while the world falls apart.

mushrooms in my planter box
not sure how they got in there.
kind thoughts in my brain,
not sure when those showed up,
either.

is this healing? is this helping?
are my flowers okay? am I okay?
I'm okay, I'm okay.

it's not perfect, it's not quite right,
but it's okay.
it's slow-going, and it's delicate.
but it's happening
and that's more than good enough.

my garden will bloom eventually.