Worry is a swirling eddy leading to the numbing of delight
It is not a tulip
or a darting wren ...
No flat line of indifference
no sweet song of a cardinal trilling from waking branches
no whistling dance punctuating the morning's rambles
Worry is a heavy weight about which we tether ourselves when
the all light is shadowed by the overgrowth of burden
It is not a tulip or a darting wren
