The universe had spilled the milk
And my eyes wept.
I filled a glass with my hopes and dreams.
When doubt and worry took several sips,
The glass was neither full nor empty.
Musings muddled by darkness.
Plans that were meant to be a straight line became a circle.
Round and round it went.
A begining that seemed to have no end.
I was not wicked.
Restlessness.
All was not well.
Endless.
SONYA A WATSON 