fragile times
living in a maze of not knowing and ignoring
we slowfoot the day and the year
deprived of rest at night
most choose no resistance
always counting on better coming next
they opine
every dust storm runs out of gusts
why not remain cheek by jowl
in peace
inaction’s the ticket to statistical survival
smarter than jumping heedlessly
in the cauldron of perpetual combat
common logic that is
it may not work