Sonnet

Lying in bed I wonder when will it be day.
Risen I think how slowly evening comes.
Worries whirl, emotions, money, rules, family, what can we say.
We try, they just don’t add up, the sums.

These concerns pass, death awaits, all silencing.
But think of the child in the womb.
Warm, sightless, barely hearing.
The travail of birth to loom.

The child cannot imagine the future.
Freedom, sight, breath and movement.
We doubt heaven and hell, we cannot imagine such bliss or torture.
Yet it is there real now and in every moment.

Now blinded by worry we stand on the quay.
Then we will set sail and see.

Haiku

Blinded by worry
Now we stand on the quayside
Then we will set sail