I envy Chicken Little.
With her, the entire sky is falling.
With me, it’s just my little corner.
The rest of humanity crashes on, unassuming.
Demands, wishes, hopes, pleas
debts, bargains, claims, needs
always circling, fighting to be first in line
for my attention, my love and myself.
I keep giving pieces away,
but is what’s left enough to handle
what’s to come?
My only comfort
is that I still have faith the answer is yes.