DALLAS DILEMMA

I’m not feeling very poetic.
My days extend without rhyme.
The flow that was smooth has
Turned choppy
and I’ve started to lose
track of time.
I’m lingering lately
In limbo, confused about
Hither and yon.
Pulled by the physical
Distance
Needing my children,
But, John???
Uncertainty looms out
before us.
I wonder what state
we’ll be in.
Will we stumble
into and ending?
Are we trying
to outrun
the wind?