wisdom
Today the winds of confusion and disarray
are blowing me all over the place. Stumbling through the day with too much to do
and too little will to engage with it all, I scan the horizon for hope,
some form of plan.
A single tree,
whose branches jut geometry against the clouds, provides a firm and structured scaffold for these fractured rambling thoughts, giving structure to the chaos,
aligning me to a safer, better-ordered world.
A POEM BY JOHN ROFF
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