what do you do, my friend
when life descends to
a sense of being in
a veritable vortex
a whirlybird
careering on,
tumbling here
and there while
we're needing ever
to stay perfectly intact
lest forward movement
is lost to us all for good...
and we feel out of sorts;
others are like forms in
a darkened fog passing
by us in a swirling mist
though there are pauses,
times when we are stuck,
seconds that we wonder
will it ever be okay again--
just the right wind can
infuse our sails afresh
and generate breath
past the hurdles
to a life for us
beyond this pain
and the pesky trials
to some quiet smiles...
so hang in there
my sad and
lonesome
friend
for the
maelstrom
of our lives
can ease so we
can joy recall
be happy
for now
after all