Picnic
Not quite sure, am I,
Neither certain nor at ease.
I find no resolution
In this step in front of me.
I have no metric measures
To plumb this storm ocean,
And if I tried to name the weather,
It would match my emotion.
Life is not a picnic,
No matter what some may say
It picks you up and throws you
Bound to dent, nick, and fray.
-Aug 2014