Recalibrate

When all the world seems stiff neck
And speeding fine –
Recalibrate.

You, the fine machine you are,
All fretful and combobulated
Without the sense of place or time or rhyme –
Recalibrate.

Take the items of the list
The items missed are not important
You are not important
Though you are precious and magnificent:
There is nothing wrong with you
That an hour in the rainforest
Won’t fix.

Unhinge the door, open the window,
The suburb’s sounds are circulating
On the city, winds and eddies,
Zephyrs of eavesdropped connections –
Recalibrate.

You’ve done nothing wrong
Or nothing quite so wrong
That you need leave yourself behind
The unique follies of each life
Are inconsequential to the
Car pulling up in the drive
And the breath in your breast.

Recalibrate and press
Rewind.