OK

Shaken,
Like vodka with ice.
I'm cold, and shaken.

Alone,
For twenty four days.
Roughly.

I bask in the sun,
Bittersweet.

I inhale the Earth's intentions.
I whisper to myself , "It's going to be OK"
I try to convince myself that darkness isn't sneaking up on me,
In the light of day.

The sky is clear,
It's a warm fall day.

It'll be OK.