When All is Uncertain

When all is uncertain,

I count the things of which,

I can be sure of.

Things I can count.

Things I can know.

Things I can see or touch.

Control is an illusion,

But today, this helps.

One.

Breath is in my body.

Two.

I will walk the dog.

Three.

We will see falling leaves.

Four.

I will touch a conker.

I love the feel of a conker.

And,

As it turns out.

Today, I only needed to count to four.

To be sure, to be certain.

When all is uncertain,

I count the things of which

I can be sure of.

Autumn

No one curses a tree for

Dropping her leaves.

Standing there,

Bare and naked.

She is given her time.

Understood, life is seasons.