We will get out the rake
and scrape away the crud
of striving, the golf scores,
the quartz counter-tops,
the shiny car. We will dig through
the compacted earth of achievement,
the rubble of trinkets and trophies.
We will scythe through the brambles
of stories and anxieties, the shoulds
and shouldn’ts. And then, revealing
a sweet, blossomy meadow,
we discover ourselves
–our wholeness and our emptiness–
and find we can lie back in our
OKness and breathe.