So many things are happening.
Not entirely bad, not entirely great.
Sometimes all at once, sometimes not enough.
Mostly uncertainty, with a few rare spots of clarity.
Equal parts anxious and excited.
Well, maybe it’s more of an 80-40 situation.
I have moments of silence,
And staccato bursts of happiness,
And weeks when I feel like I don’t even have time to breathe.
But there is always the steady course of nature.
The change of the seasons
And the movement of the sun
And the solid earth under my feet.
The leaves of the trees will still grow green
And then burn orange and red in the Autumn.
The flowers will still bloom
And their blossoms will fall.
No matter what happens.
And even the wind seems to whisper
“All will be well.”