worry...

oh great and ponderous beast
your retracted fluency
eclipsing my desire
for blessed equanimity

oh monarch of vexation
will you not dare stop
awhile, at my table,
drinking cranberry tea

can we not in comfort
and steady reason
while eating biscuits
put your fears to bed

amble off to sleep
like uncounted sheep
in the softly scented hay
and dream of tomorrow…



lucy meskill