Whenever you’re in darkness
When life becomes too cluttered
And your path seems all confusion
Just find the light
And follow it
You’ll find yourself
And be renewed
Just find the light
And follow it
You’ll find yourself
And be renewed
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
Like today, in this dry desert heat
With only the apples from yesterday
A can of baked beans, for a campfire dinner
And tomorrow morning’s apple-cinnamon oatmeal
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves