No Shame

Thursday's Poem

It is what it is.

You know, the sentence doesn’t need to be tinged with bitterness or resignation.

If my life were written in its fullness on a huge piece of paper, could I smooth it out, step back, feel a rush of compassion and then acknowledge: “It is what it is”?

Then fold up the paper – hell – maybe even burn it, and go outside and see the trees on this morning, as they are, as they have never been before?