This is a little different poem also
about what to do in hard times when
you think you have no recourse.
You're completely stuck.
There's nothing you can do.
This poem is called "Changing Everything."
I was walking again in the woods.
A yellow light was sifting all I saw.
Willfully, with a cold heart, I took
a stick, lifted it to the opposite side of the path.
There, I said to myself.
That's done now, brushing one hand against the other
to clean them of the tiny fragments of bark.