Forget It
When people find out I’m a poet
they often think I know shit
and have the key to the pearly gates
or have memorized
the magic formula of the universe.
What a laugh!
Sorry. Not!
But I do know one thing
being the hedgehog I am,
and when someone asks me,
”What should I do?”
I tell them, “let it happen.”
Tolerate the ambiguity.
Forget it.
Forget the anxiety
the rent due, the mortgage unpaid,
what’ll happen when you’re toothless and 80.
Forget it.
How to pay for the kid’s college,
the medical bills, the next set of tires,
how to pay for the X-mas presents.
Forget it.
How to make her
love you
hate me
stay with me.
Forget it!
The universe wasn’t made for you.
You’re just a smudge on
the windshield of time,
a grain of sand in an
infinite hourglass.
Forget it.
Trust in the universe out there.
Play your role.
Maybe it’s not the way you want it
but that’s ok,
you’re here
enjoy the ride
and the energy you
didn’t spend fretting
will fix things up for you well.
Forget it.
It’s like the first time
as a kid
you let your hands
leave the handlebars.
Ah! How good is life!
Forget it.
Get out of your own way.
Hug the universe
as you ride along
hands-free
a baby trusting to be fed.
Forget it!
No Hands