if mercy was an object 

I think that time 

parts itself for us,

sometimes.

I think it barters 

with lamentation 

for our relief..

I’m not sure how it decides 

or what it leverages 

but honestly, 

I’ve been grateful 

for the heat

and the freedom 

of simple choices, 

like choosing solitude 

over loneliness 

and movement 

over longing

and disbelief. 

– sheila c.