In this time
of obscene uncertainty 
it’s moments like 
these where I
find myself moments 
shutting out shuffling 
off into us
your eyes my
smile our laughter 
these root me
like those of
strong oaks amidst
the many strangers 
and their madness 

I’m old enough 
to know that 
things change very
quickly and that
one should always
be grateful for
what one has
and not for
what one might