I can be completely wrecked and completely okay, at the exact same time, honey asleep at my feet, the sun warming the porch boards. like it's a trick of the mind, that things that don't belong together can exist in the same space... maybe it's not a trick maybe that's just how life is, holding both at once, the sharp edges and the soft curves. and maybe that's the point, holding it all, letting it be. the garden needs tending, and so do i, but right now, this cup, this dog, this sun, this breath--it's enough. for now.