Don’t fret when things go
WRONG
delight in it instead.
My muse prefers it if I stay awake
and fret while I lie in bed.
Life is easy when it is simple.
My writing goes quiet
and that is not right.
Worries do not whirl around
in my head and I do not
have to sit at the kitchen
table to write.
Clouds and birds and the
art of singing is what
I love so I write about them.
When life is hard and
it is hard to see my way forward
I creep forward leaning on my pen.
Through My Eyes 