Poets' Practice Pad

Where Are You? Prompt 41

Sometimes your day is manageable
And your every cloud seems to have a silver lining
Other days
You are just hanging on by a thread
And the whole world seems to be a pair of scissors
Or
You are trying to walk across a thread-like bridge
With worn out mountain boots
And wind shears
And ravenous wolves
In the canyon below
And you think
“Where are you God?”
“Who are you God?”
“God?”
“I doubt it.”


Candlemaker