Unprecedented Times
I wake and breathe in the thick air of uncertainty that envelopes me.
The weather flip-flops from sunshine to gloom.
The news forecasts perpetual doom,
and so does my mood.
As fragile as the annealed glass:
global affairs,
peace,
public health,
safety,
sanity. . .
All one careless graze away
from crumbling into countless tiny shards.
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Another poem so fitting for our concerns.
“annealed glass” — what a wonderful image, followed by specific details.
Well crafted, Sanida!
Thank you so much, Michele!