Not falling
and not ignoring.
Not today.
Or any other day.
I take the view
that life is as you find it.
Sometimes a cold moon
floundering in a river.
And we say goodbye to all that.
Sometimes a spring-wind song.
That is greener than ever.
Over and over.
Today….
Another poem.
Another cup of coffee.
That sweet morning greeting
that makes me understand.
That encounter,
neither joy nor sorrow.
And not falling
and not ignoring.
Not today.