that you already have a perfect record of surviving this
waking nightmare, even if only by
muscle memory, duty, or grace.

that you will never have to live this first, most
raw reminder again; you can point yourself 
forward and let inertia do the rest.

that there are many hands to keep you buoyant when
you need to float and crowd surf on our love.

Go out among the trees where the creek
rocks can quiet your mind, where the
cardinal and the bluebird
can find you.