Things continue on into
uncertainties
the monotony of which
causes fissures
of frustration to splay themselves
on the kitchen floor
spilling on to words like
trust, faith and
knowing
allowing crass
conspirators more room to
build ridiculous things
in plain
sight
no sun today, just cloud
and the worry that
we
shall not be better for this
as all things ugly continue to rise
to the surface of
life
and those of us who bear
the light,
must be oh so sure
not to miss
when it shines
late in the day
on the back fence
some days are this, you see
holding fast
by
fingertips
only ♥