Who among us
has given up,

let slide the imperative,
the drive to create,

to be present?
Who has not given up

in the dark-pit times,
the apparent endlessness

of the drop down,
the fall from grace

it seems like it,
though grace is not

won or lost
it just is

like a money cushion in the bank
always to fall back on,

always replenished.
I only ask the obvious question

not expecting any real answer.
But the echo comes back to me

from the grandest canyon,
the edge of the precipice,

“Yes, of course.”

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine