June 22

Sometimes things turn out a little
Better than we fear. 
Fear is the destroyer, the black hole
Devouring the future.
It’s hard to remember that, 
To not let the entire present get sucked
Into that void, that gaping vacuum
Pulling in field daisies dancing in a breeze,
The quiet sound of night crickets chirping,
The taste of coffee, of chocolate, of peace.
Embrace everything good in this moment,
Protect it from the spinning gyre
Of all tomorrows imagined horrors.
They might arrive, but until then,
I hold fast to what makes today good.

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