xliv. Balancing Act

Exhausted beyond atonement,
and weathered past piety,
we’re shrinking our voices
to dust. I am thinking that
anxiety and the problems of
high society are morsels
against the mosaics of
our lives. But humor me
for awhile, and I’m sure you’ll
feel beguiled, but don’t fret
our ride’s not over quite yet.

Part of 30 Poems, 30 Days April Poetry Month Challenge.