Every now and then something really hits home. This one by Lucille Clifton, which I’ve excerpted here, matches my mood this week exactly.
we are running
running and time is clocking us.
oh pray that what we want is worth this running,
pray that what we’re running toward is what we want.
Is it just me, or does this poem feel uniquely female?
Thanks for sharing it, Mom. Err, I mean, Anonymous Commenter. 😉