Control we never had

Control we never had

We work, we play

               We think we have it together

Then one day

               We are forced to let go

                              of the lies and recognize

Life is fragile.

               We gather

Our memories and our hopes,

               in a basket made of grass

               that withers before the future is past.

Then bit by bit

               control slips from our hands

               and we choose to ride

               the wild winds

               or hold fast, fingers clenched

               white lipped, fear hanging

to a tree limb above the cliff.

August 5th, 2011

Elena Huegel