Hard to think today
when the house is different, less,
and a far away city is a little more.
Hard to think of happiness
when the sky shakes with gun shots,
graceful deer bound across the meadow in fear,
and pigeons rustle uneasily high in the maples.
Hard to think of tomorrow and why.
Another step on the journey,
another fork in the road,
a parting of the ways,
and will tomorrow be any easier?