My anxiety likes to mimic the pollen

I brush it off but it keeps fallin’

It’s on my pants

It’s in the car!

It’ll find me wherever I am

Yellow is the stuff

Whatever I’m afraid of, it is but dust

The mindset that I won’t have enough 

Or that all will be lost

I thought it was spring but my faith turns to frost

It’s late at night and in the early morning

All my worries are touring

Every cavern of my brain tissue

But I look and the azaleas are in bloom

And I walked into work today, couldn’t help but notice two giant vultures hanging out above

Maybe they were waiting for lunch

Interesting that even the scavengers have plenty to eat

I looked down at the pollen at my feet

I noticed my own lunch box in my backpack, plenty for the day

And a reminder that after work, I’ll get paid

The building was covered in pollen

I sneezed 

Remembered what Jesus said – I’m more precious than all these

I stalled as the vultures and robins, seagulls and hummingbirds danced

I took a long glance

Decided to trust 

Peaceful, with open hands