What's Before Us

A little heaven is always a little hell A walk in the park is never more than 10,000 miles Because earlier than eight is not on my clock Spreading my wings is never feeling at home when confusion is lazy and my brain wants to dream So hugging my dog feels endlessly like warm milk though we never stay at home Have I fallen Just to get up again? Perhaps.... It's all in the mystery of what makes me smile to put it all behind February 4, 2020 Polarities and Paradoxes Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier