They say the darkest hour
is just before the dawn,
a metaphorical message
I hope is correct.
These months a complete churning up
of ordinary life experience,
calamities impossible to have imagined.
Could it be a prompting of the universe,
like a loyal dog grabbing
his favorite toy,
throwing it up in the air,
tossing it from side to side,
hoping to wake his loved ones up
to a more attentive way of living?