We stand upon life
Up on a footstool
Encumbering the day, the night
Relishing the rich
And demolishing
The poor things we endure

The footstool may teach us
To bring up the harried, tardy
Elements we face
Embrace
Deface

And each day
As each day goes by
We ask questions
Seek answers
Within the elements of love
Of listening
Of cherishing the dear
And praying to not fear the inevitable

Rather, languishing if we can
In the not foreseeable future
On the footstool of life…