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.