There are, in life,
so many moments that feed us —
learning who we are, our gifts and our pleasures,
a sudden call at the door.
I think today — this place — this time — this unknown tomorrow
is a glaring mish-mash that haunts my brain
and surely won’t let go until
tomorrow,
next week,
forever,
if then.

And even if we acquiesce and work to re-learn joy,
will we believe again? Accept again? Exhale again?

Life isn’t made for comfort — we’ve all learned that —
and still my soul
watches and waits and sighs and grasps and hopes and tries
(again)
to believe.