Nobody knows

    

Nobody knows what you would have said, but held back

Nobody knows what silent struggles their neighbors have overcome

Nobody knows how many accidents have been prevented,

How many deaths you would have experienced but didn’t

How many times our lives could have been overturned

Nobody knows what cancers they didn’t get

Or who didn’t break their hearts because they didn’t meet

Nobody knows how much hatred and insecurity we hide behind our fronts

Nobody knows what would have happened if they took Irving street instead of Harvard to get to Michigan Ave that one night

Nobody knows the worlds we make up in our minds

Nobody knows the tomorrow that may have been

Nobody knows what beauty they would have experienced in life

But didn’t,

So there would be space for the one that was intended to be.

Spring is coming.

It’s me, myself and I ,

And some South African wine,

On the brown leather couch that Megan so graciously donated.

The indoor air is warm enough,

But it is too quiet.

I will accept it;

I can do all things through God who strengthens me.

 

Spring is coming,

And soon enough weeks will have rushed past,

If the globe keeps turning as it has been,

February will soon be gone, like many months before it.

 

Another gray day, but spring is coming

Cutting through between winter and summer

Like a train track  pierces through a landscape

Spring is coming.

Take that as you will.