Musing.
Half-awake and stranded between the old
day and new,
coming tomorrows may look leviathan,
loom like clouds
of sharp-sharded, unreliable giants where
trust becomes sun-leathered
with nowhere to hide,
muscle-bound and most of the time
muddy-eyed.
Yet after a sip of memory\'s comfort I can
shake weighty foreboding and
see where truth\'s rise
has been leading events,
toss off stifling clothes and walk more
upright into the future,
shoulders high.
Facing fate with anticipation I find myself
able to smile at being alive
and for having been gifted with love,
life\'s battles then lose a bit of their scary
sting as I dip grateful toes
into the moment.
Past moves have everything good going
for them I muse,
while I notice
the sky above is becoming blue.