Please Stop

Down on 27th Street

Cracks and chunks of cement 

Have the same old wear;

I see them now as I see myself.

A year ago,

What was I worried for?

I could say,

"Slow the movement"

because I care about--

people 

learning to let go 

trying not to try to be perfect.

Stop, please, please, stop.

I'm grieving you, spirit,

And in turn I'm grieving myself.