I can clearly see
there are two opposing
points of view:
one wary and fearful,
the other cheery and hopeful.
I try not to look too closely
at the places where they intersect --
those moments in life
when fear and hope are all-consuming --
I'd just as soon not go there
but stay somewhere in between,
drifting on a tide of love,
singing a song of trust...
though some, I know
-- especially you -- would call this
fiddling while Rome burns...
1 comment:
I always thought I called it, "rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic." Jamee and I took a break from the pressure of getting the house ready for her move and just worked in the garden all day. Hope springs eternal!
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