Hour 2 prompt: The recipe thing. I listed my ingredients, then followed the recipe (sort of).

It’s not all I think about, but I wonder sometimes
I hope there are better times ahead

I can tell myself that the hole in the heel of my sock
means I can better feel the ground beneath my feet
and maybe that’s true

I can tell myself that a smile is a smile
even when it is hidden by one to three layers of fabric
(with or without a filter)

I can tell myself that it will be all right in the morning
if I can just get a good night’s sleep
and start the new day fresh

I can tell myself that the convulsions shaking and breaking all day long
are only a distraction
and the real news is what’s happening inside

And I can hope that I’m not the only one
to realize this

(27 June 2020)