How long will every day mean?

Trying to glance forward,

And no window really exists.

There’s a pattern that began

Over a decade ago,

And when then the fires burned,

We were wafting instead of an end.

Today, the embers caught fire,

No longer smoke and mirrors.

The concern is real but the far-reaching

Resolve is left to words alone.

Grab a little peace in your day,

Would that reach maybe grace a kindness.