In the morning, instead of clicking on CNN to prove your theory
that the world is broken, you might try
taking a stroll through the mansion of your past.
It’s ready for you, more or less.
You’ve built it, and it would be a shame
to abandon it entirely. This is no show house: once,
you lived here for real. You will find the doors still work.
Some of them, at least, and what sticks
can wait, or rot. Gentle your stride
until all motive dissolves into wandering.
Linger in the light of old friends.
Find love you never struggled to make – a gift
you forgot about, tucked away in a drawer somewhere.
Then, having fed the homeless, go about your day.