There’ll be days when nothing 
comes together the way you planned:
the lid won’t fit back on the jar,
tense afternoons when the tea kettle’s whistle 
grates like the civil defense siren. 

Mountains will crumble before you are satisfied. 
A stranger tells you to cheer up.
You are short with those nearest you. 
There’s no slack in the rope.

Have you forgotten the heart 
tilts toward love?