The shape of suffering can be deceiving
Half moons and total exclipses
Tides can turn emotions, become overwhelming
Unpinning your hair and office chores
Scarves around the neck can distract your mind
Respect the unexpected
You can slow your walk to observe
Play of shadows and petals scattering
Time is not arithmetic
Of repetitive willingness for illusions
And intelligent inquiries
But a rendering of meaning:
Perils and serinity on a high wire.
“How much suffering can you endure?
If you have to ask, you will never know.”