I am glad / you are so small,

Still safe, still well — such is the drumbeat of my days; an exercise in daily gratitude for what I have and who I have in my life.

Sad, tired, angry — all the time, because how else could one feel, faced with mounting deaths and impressive institutional incompetence and endless, petty cruelty?

Finding joy — in books, in notes from friends, in bike rides, in food, in video games, in soundclashes streamed live on Twitch, in the plants striving toward the sun on my windowsills.

Attempting patience — with myself, for not being able to do everything, be everything.