just leave it

your hopelessly tousled hair

your midriff leaking out

from under your shirt

that itch in your calf that keeps returning

you have to bend to scratch

and invariably throw your back out of whack

you know, just leave it

you're in the top 50%

of souls departing middle age for Valhalla

on the train in the night undercover

of faithlessness and tremors

you'll be okay

just remember what made you

the light that shines from within

your top 3 reasons for waking in the morning

the kindness you did once

for a worm washed by the rain

let it sun out on your shoulder

when no one was watching