Grim news,
no escaping,
twisted visions of
darkening darkness,
beating drums,
creeping dread.
We hear,
we see,
we know
too much,
thrashing on
a deck,
of
what-can-we-do.
I must hold out
for short-term
kindness.
For a smile today,
that I am part of.
For saying yes,
when asked to go
to dinner,
with friends
we haven’t seen in months,
watching you laugh,
in the candle light.
aneverydaypoet60 