For today’s Weekly Scribblings, we are considering our foundations. I am also sharing this with FOWC: Nothing. Special thanks to Sarah for her beautiful and life-filled poem Walking at the Edge. Although the topic is much different, I read her poem earlier today and was inspired by the life in her poem, and I felt like her poem contained a “ferocious optimism,” hence the title and inspiration for this poem.
Every breath means she
Is not drowned underneath
New, bad news arriving daily.
Every step means she
Has not allowed depression
To render her inert, bedridden.
Every trembling of the Earth she
Wonders if this is the “Big One;”
Somehow there’s still a foundation.
Every morning means she
Breathes, steps, and wonders anew
That nothing has beaten her too blue.