Ever Shifting Sands
In a world turned upside down
Slippery grit beneath my feet,
ever-shifting sands,
and endless analogies,
are all part of the strands.
That join the dots and fill the slots,
as moments drift on by,
and fuel up the uncertainties,
however hard I try.
Getting lost in the impost,
blinded by the light,
in a world turned upside down,
morning, noon and night.
It’s in the air and the despair,
sneaks slowly like a thief,
on the screen it looks obscene,
and causes so much grief.
Everyone is different,
and all find ways to cope,
millions of different methods,
yet we all live in hope.
That tests and technology,
will evolve the panacea,
and once again we can feel safe,
an epiphanies idea.
And meanwhile top of the pile,
are ways to realise,
ways to do things differently,
and prioritise.
A way to cope in the smoke,
of the uncertainty,
and reconcile that a smile,
is a way to be free.
©
David Rudder
16th May 2020
Thanks for reading.
