For poetry month.
We angst About what is next with Endless conversations. We worry About what to do. Weighing the Possibilities. We fret About things we Cannot change And yet. We try. And through it all, We know to Be grateful For what we have. We remind ourselves Live in the moment. We stop To look at the Beauty of it. To touch it, To breathe it. Still We angst, We fret, We worry.