Hope is a Flat Rock

Hope is a flat rock

All shiny and polished

With possibilities.

It sits in your stomach

Wedged in between

Worry and Giddiness.

You skate across it

Wondering and Wishing

Sometimes with double lutzes

And swizzles.

Despair is sometimes there

Flitting across the rock in

Shadows. But mostly it’s

Wondering that keeps the rock

Shiny

Going over it again and again

Like praying with beads.

Should I go there?

What is my motive?

Will it fill a need?

Hope

Giddiness

Second-guessing

Despair

Worry

Wonder

Wish

Hope.

Confessional

I haven't been blogging for ages. There are so many thoughts and worries and .... chores. Everything is new and different and still changing.

Mostly I haven't been writing here, because I've got the damn thing syndicated to my Facebook page and I know that anything I write here will be seen by all my friends. I know that's sorta the point, which is why I haven't turned off the syndication. Readers for your blog is a good thing. But.