I'm afraid of the future. Every day seems more tenebrific, Potentially terrifying, not terrific Drought and shortages, Heartbreak not far away Later will this be sufficient? I profoundly feel deficient, How much of what there is can stay? But I have enough: Food, water (coffee), Physical and mental shelter And even Love and Hope For today.
Side note: The word “tenebrific” reminded me of the Holy Week liturgy called Tenebrae, plus the word “terrific!” 😀