Don Thompson
Trouble in Mind

Loose sand and mud both
trip us up, weary us
and slow us down to a slog.
Trouble’s wet or dry, hot or cold.

Grief thickens our tongues,
hope wears thin between our fingers,
long afternoons with nothing to do
keep us busy with regret.

Some troubles prey on us
like hawks, all beak and talons;
others pester us like sparrows,
chattering until we could scream.

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