I Wonder About Hope

I am feeling tears

in quiet repose,

she sits in a relaxing state of security,

our roof isn’t leaking

at least on this night while we feel the arctic air

begin building momentum.

I sometimes wish I might be elsewhere,

and then

glance around and realize,

there’s an old adage,

something about taking care of things at home

before looking for an adventure that helps distract

ourselves from our mission in life.

Something like that.