bread crumbs and snowflakes

Give my mind a bread crumb
immediately
it wants the entire loaf.

What next thing should we do?
How will each detail look?
What will the 15th step be?

One flake of snow
growing into a snowman
in less than a minute.

For goodness sake, just slow down.
Stay here, in this moment,
without worrying and planning for a future
that might not happen.
Appreciate the here and now
without wanting to become bigger.

One bread crumb,
one snowflake,
one at a time.

black or white

Maybe I don’t need to be here or there,
one place or another,
black or white.
There must be shades of grey in between
across the spectrum,
where we can still be together
but get as close to the black and white
as we can
without losing the grey completely.

Maybe I can have pieces of it all
without inflicting self-destruction,
without being all-or-nothing.

Maybe all I need to do is ask.