Time to breath

I live with uncertainty

as I live with the clouds that 

one day are fluffy and high

in the sky, playing around the sun,

and the next are dark and loaded 

and ready to drop on the living, 

the dead and the unliving alike.


That is the life game of what is

to come and what will be in our

days that are as temporary as the

flowers in the field and the bees

that hover over them waiting 

for the succulent nectar to brew. 


So, I will stand in the storm bold if it comes,

and I will sniff the flowers full that are

in bloom, and I will savour the honey of the bees,

and I will say many words of love and praise

if I am lucky and have much time to breath.