Life’s meandering journey
of bazillion steps with
diverging detours unplanned,
deliver us to dubious junctions,
devoid of clarity;
a bridge worth crossing.
Here is my latest poem (reflective thought) which popped up yesterday (April 9, 2020) while Michelle and I walked along the Bow River here. It occurs to me that we (all/most of us) habitually cling to pettiness and our unique dysfunction without ever questioning it or ourselves. It is only when we get the “proverbial tap on the shoulder” as in a pandemic that we allow ourselves to widen our field of perception and see/understand that our life has been relatively easy compared to others, Michelle being my case in point.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2020