Crises

So many crises... some of them mine. Even last night's dreams had me flowing from crisis to crisis.  I am grateful for coffee and breathing and beginning again.

It is only Tuesday

Ten or twenty crises

Have arisen,

Been vanquished

This week alone.

Who knows what tomorrow

Will bring?

I am so grateful

That the dreams last night

Were only dreams.

I sit in recovery

Coffee in hand

I marvel at the fact

I am alive.

I breathe in,

Exhale,

Begin again.