If how I
feel at this 
moment it’d be 
a deep sigh 
but not contempt
au contraire it
would be content
a summer swing
a winter snow 
a drowsy humid 
afternoon rain snooze 

Dark wet night 
rain stopped before 
and water kicks 
up under tires
and foot and 
fog weaves itself 
like balloons caught 
on tree limbs 
going this way 
and then that
with the wind 
and street lights 
and store signs 
bleed into watercolor 

The happiest 
of those 
shine brighter 
in darkness 
drawing those 
seeking joy
close but 
misery keeps 
the saddest 
at bay 
and away 
perhaps for 
another day 

The bottom line 
is simply this 
I can easier 
avoid falling again 
than I can 
being pushed from 
the dizzying heights 
of my expectations