By Kathryn
If you think things are not going well
in your small corner of the world,
mourn if you must, ache, yearn,
long for something else,
lament a little,
for singing the blues
will free your shackled soul.
But once in a while
open your eyes and peer beyond
the edge of your bed of sorrows
and see the light reflected from your neighbor
illuminating your orchid.
This moment will be
o so brief.
But it just might be
enough.
I hope you don’t miss it.