Not always monochrome,
this thing called life. Yesterday,
the day so gray the mist almost
seeped into the brain. Not quite
rain, but damp and chill.
Today the sun’s so bright…
as if it never will quit shining.
Involuntarily I am humming
a happy song. The sharp edges
have rounded, blended.
of confinement becomes another
thing… a gift of time to contemplate
being. This situation not of our
choosing, but viewed in the right light
it can become a time
to clean the gathered cobwebs
from our minds…a time to realize
that life and breath
should not be wasted on ‘what if’ …
because every moment
becomes our legacy.