Poem a Day 2025

all things equal, 

and most of it forgotten; 

I have experienced my share

of gratitude and blessings – 

what else is there then, 

but to hold you and 

fall asleep one more time, 

wake tomorrow and not care

if it is the same, not care if the 

foundations of our world crack

and the life we have been blessed 

with comes crashing down and 

for the rest of our days we suffer 

as our blessings have caused others to suffer endlessly, 

bottomlessly and with claims to eternity. 

How nice for this joy, this sense of comfort, 

to be bookended with tragedy and dismay. 

How marvelous the moments 

that have meant everything to me and us

actually did mean everything –