I don’t know what to write about today,
too many thoughts running unorganized races in my head.
And all I have is this flimsy little butterfly net,
incapable of catching even one.
My thoughts are bumper cars
with drivers purposely crashing into each other
laughing, like we used to do when we were kids
at the fair
But I’m not laughing anymore.
Time has stolen that from me,
left me only with worry and fear
of a future that no longer seems certain.
I remember years ago
when my brother fell out of the tree
watching, helpless, but
We all laughed,
what else could we do?
No room for fear back then.
He was laughing too
as he landed on soft carpet
of dried leaves on the ground,
branches having slowed his fall
on the way down.
It’s just, I think
this current tree I’m in
doesn’t have any lower branches
so, when I fall
what will slow me down?
2/28/24
Karen McCaskey 