A Poet’s Qualm

In pulling myself together,

In making my own decisions,

In having plans, but not fearing derisions,

I have it.

In quiet nights,

In the frosty, sparkling breath that dances underneath the starry canopy of the Universe.

In solitude,

I have it.

In a peaceful drive,

In the orange and yellow bursts of light that crest the horizon as the rooster crows while I pass by,

In tranquility,

I have it.

In death,

In that uncertain day where all that is certain is having spent a lifetime of moments laughing, crying, dreaming, doing, growing with, and learning from the ones I loved,

In the inevitable,

I will have it.