Even when time bends over
Seizing the present like a child’s toy,
Boggling the future, so luck seems
Turned foul as a laggard racehorse,
There remain visions of brighter prospect.
The still distant horizon is painted
By the life-giving sun in various colors
We are living the opportunities
We can accept, and their broad scope
Greets us with hope, willing
To place gifts unexpected in
Hands held open, hearts forever
Seeking, minds outstretching,
Those embracing this how, this now.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan