I can’t help but wonder
how long I’ll float on this feeling of freedom
how many annoyances and frustrations
will be drowned by the currents of my calm
it’s not that nothing bothersome
happens around me
but rather
that I’ve forgotten how to be bothered
I mean
I can’t be upset
when my pulse beats steady
with the harbor’s gentle waves
I can’t be irate
when rain smothers any sparks of anger
before they form wildfires
I can’t help but smile at the grey skies
and thank my lucky stars for this buoyant emptiness
this lazy river of healing
this hope
the lazy river [poem]
Larissa Lee 