Are You There?

Are You There?

Sometimes
your day is manageable,
and your every cloud seems to have a silver lining.
Other days
You’re just hanging on by a thread,
and the whole world seems to be a pair of scissors.
Or
you’re trying to walk across a fishing line bridge,
in worn out mountain boots,
while wind shears
and ravenous wolves
howl in the canyon below.
And you think,
“Are you there God?"
“God?”
“I doubt it.”