What Grows and What Doesn't

When you consider
all that goes unresolved
the pile of moments heaps up to a height that cranes your neck
Your limbs don't feel fully extended most days
until you think of these sweet moments
These possibilities you wanted before reality developed
or screamed more strongly, or took a separate turn away from you
And you watch each go, because you still stand where you are standing
You should stand where you are standing

So you release each one with your mind
even though it has already pried loose
Like unfastening a collar after the dog's slipped free
And in a few days, you'll call for it
with an energy that can't be put toward anything else
a pointed energy
that collapses everything else into its focus

And a few times, you'll breathe and think ah, I am free
And whether you breathe or sigh
you will stand, and the heap will stand
and both will grow from the moments that don't

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