and left it up in the air
(I wonder if the flight attendant will find it
in the cupholder).
Lessons happen on Thursdays in the rain
and Fridays in the shower, too,
and all I can do is change
and try.
Sometimes you have to leave
a little bit of yourself behind,
big or small,
once bitten twice shy.
Flicked a few boogers, too,
into the clouds over the ocean
(maybe a fish will eat them),
onto the floor to get stuck to a shoe.
Lessons lean into you
when you are already down and out,
so you can pick yourself up
and then pick yourself up...
Sometimes you have to punch the clown,
call him Henry,
and then say goodbye
to all the wondering why.