An errand took me outside yesterday
and into perfect Thursday afternoon.
Of all the folks enjoying it, I’d say
that most were jobless. So it seems that soon
or even now we’ll recognize two types:
the inside folks who labor and despair,
collecting money and emitting gripes,
and those without, besieged by light and air.

How far are people driven by our fears?
How often motivated by a strong
desire to avoid apparent stressing
we haven’t faced at all, or not for years?
For when we try the way we thought was wrong
for us, we often learn it bears a blessing.