When Your Worries Have Worries


Some days when I wake up, I am not sure what to worry about first. On those days I know I need to a few moments to take a seat and pause. In a quiet practice of sitting still, I focus on the miraculous movement of my breath. Sometimes I read a poem or watch something uplifting. Worries will come, but for a time I choose to let them move like clouds.


This practice is one that I return to again and again, like the matchstick house builder in this poem. Sometimes practice helps with the construction of a stronger house where worries have more trouble getting inside.


This poem was featured in the Poetry Unbound podcast on November 4, 2022. You can find out more HERE.


“MY WORRIES HAVE WORRIES” by Laura Villareal

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“MY WORRIES HAVE WORRIES

“so I built little matchstick houses
with large ceilings, a garden for them to grow

“tomatoes, cilantro, & carrots
their worry babies will eat

“but they chew on the henbit of me anyway
both my past & future entwined into disasters

“I tell them I worry about their health
that they’re not eating properly

“I mother them
the way I do anyone I love

“they ask if I love myself
I tug the sleeves of my sweater

“begin thatching a leaking roof
water their garden
at night

“I can hear them
dancing around a bonfire

“all I’ve built burned
down, a soot snowfall

“tomorrow they’ll wait for me
& I’ll reconstruct their home
anyone would do the same”

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