*****
now
that plans have failed
hopes lie in the dust
the future seeming
bleak and melancholy,
the past seeming
useless and ridiculous,
what’s left?
where to stand?
well, there’s
always the
now
this now
this now moment
in which there is
a warm wrap
a good thought
a place to sit
and freedom and
silence in which
to write to you
*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
