This life This year This month This week This day Someone has stirred up The rhythms of our worldy existence And left it swirling Twirlin Unfurling Into directions we couldn’t foresee Unpredictable little things Predictable big things Unschedule-able little parts of everyday Each one tripping Up the next just like Cascading dominoes. And yet, Despite the chaos And obstacles caused By these glitches One After Another, Over time it all just works out, However it is able to, And we move on.
Dottie Simmons, Dinsmore
This article appears in Without a Jury.