We live in a place where the sunsets are magnificent … every night. As I walk home from work, it’s like a daily reminder that beauty is stubborn. It persists, regardless.
Life is overwhelming right now. The whole world feels brittle. And so do I. But the sun still sets, and rises, and sets again. Breathe.
The Cicadas are Still Singing
by Will Small
I tricked myself again,
that life is waiting round the corner
that it will all be simple soon
that I’ll be everything I hope to
And all my future proofing
all my constant scheming
my somewhere else dreaming
Was rudely interrupted
by a strangely peaceful moment
on an ordinary evening
I am weary, maybe wounded
scattered, inconclusive
But that sun doesn’t care
and those cicadas are still singing
no price here for admission
no losing, no winning
All the ever-present grace
that doesn’t wait for my achievement
it’s just thread through all the lining
of this air that I am breathing