Rapid circumstance has left me agile.
Spinning plates are both agile & fragile.
We are pivoting life in ruin’s wake.
We sort the pieces when our faces break.
Grout & glued together with time & tears.
Fueled by our refusal to live in fear.
Quick, I steer thru what circumstances be.
Minding all the while my delicacy.
Yes, I could shatter at every hurdle.
Yet, fragile flowers are still quite fertile.

