The prompts for today aligned nicely, with NaPoWriMo asking for a poem that ends with a question, and Poetic Asides prompting a worst-case scenario or best-case scenario poem.
What is worry if not risk management?
A mental plan for potential disaster.
Worst-case scenario, or acknowledgement
of what’s most severe. What ifs
are the stuff of agitation. Imagination.
My therapist says Find peace in the now
but this mind frame’s empty of
the mirror, the painting, the possibilities.
Yet I do understand the allure of
a waveless ocean
a cloudless sky
a limitless horizon.
A quiet place to walk
around all sides of a thought, the curve
where the question shifts from
What if something terrible happens? to
What if it doesn’t?