I will show you fear in a handful of dust. – T.S. Eliot
Fear not, for behold… – Luke 2:10
Not enough. Not enough. Not enough. Her heart thumps the words again and again to the tune of the clock that tocks out the minutes left to not get it all right. She writes, fights for words and breath and be. She sees to teens, gleans what she can from an impossible sky. There’s a ruffled breeze that says be still, but still she rushes to and fro and knows it’s not enough.
Success is a (cherry) pie chart half eaten. Failure is the sticky plate, untasted. There is no balance in between.
a lone lark sings spring.
all borrowed light and silence,
the moon hides her face.
Toni’s awesome haibun prompt over at dVerse. Come play.