We don't have to carry it,
that bulk elephant weight up high
over our heads, screaming urgency.
We don't have to hold it, painted red
all day; cram it into every nook
and cranny of our very existence.
We can just stop and breathe
for a sacred moment; let it be.
Resist the resistance and rest in silence
for now. See trees' stippled leaves
against blue sky, clean after rain,
and hear the birdsong far above our sorrows.
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