my head warns my heart not to grieve
for what is still alive
it helps my eyes see the blossoming before
the bud has even had a chance to appear
and my imagination to draw rainbows hanging off
the darks clouds of a Summer storm.
It’s not just gloom it anticipates-
somehow anxiety also tends to bring me
the hope of a silver-living,
the spark of magic before it’s cast,
and an odd certainty that as sure as things go south
they can also fall in place better than we could ever imagine-
If I am to worry about the future,
at least my anxiety also has
a positive side.