How can a concept like money
or lack of it
make my body seethe and tighten with stress
Such that I have to focus on breathing
lest I forget how
it’s funny how the mind can convince the body of all the wrong things.
but there’s moments when I see that
Nothing could be as real as
the earth-spiced scent of this juniper branch
the richness of this steaming bowl of stew
the way we hold eachother so close our edges blur