Comes a time
when the stuff you struggle with
starts to fit together
in one seamless long ribbon.

And while, if you want, you can still
parse it all up
into the deal with the bills,
or the thing about love,
or that one guy who makes you scream,
and so on,

it becomes increasingly impossible
to see any of it
as separate and different
from everything else.

Comes a time, then,
when the big it,
formally known as
your problems

just gets to damn tiresome
to tote around,

what with the day you've woken to,
the work that's required to nurture it,
and the life unfolding
in this precious moment.