Tetris

What is it about unspoken words that

rarely ever leave the tip of the tongue, but settle

at the top. Crowding and fumbling, as they topple over

one another. I have never been good at Tetris

anyways. There will come a time when perhaps

I am less wise, less fearful;

and then the flood gates will burst open.

Pandemic. Unstoppable. Pandora’s box from hell.

The storm will quieten and then Regret and Guilt

will grace my shaking shoulders. We will sip

on cold tea and nibble on stale biscuits. We will live

as life will go on. So must You and so must I.

artist unknown