Pieces and Parts
There are days
I look at my life
and see pieces
and parts of a puzzle
all scattered around
and adrift like a piece
of driftwood floating
down a rippling brook.
Where is my anchor?
Where is my rock?
I need to be standing
on a firm foundation
and not sinking sand.
Especially when
everything around me
is sinking fast.
Terribly fast.
Never to be seen again.
This poem was inspired by the collapse of the Baltimore, Maryland street. It's a horrifying event to witness. Who knows what tomorrow holds? There is only one I know that holds tomorrow and I'm glad he holds my hand.