one can sit

one can sit in the muck
of what was and cannot
be changed.
one can expend far too
much  energies
trying to decipher
that not meant to be
explained.
one can wallow in
the sorrows,
and be by sadness,
consumed.
but all of that
steals time and
a life that needs
to be resumed.
yes there is the was
and the questions
that linger.
i prefer to focus
on the sweet breath
of our mother earth
on my finger.

a local beauty that caught my and i stopped