Senseless Hope
she worries about losing
but not yet, not now
senseless hope can’t be found
it is definite…
she will always be ill
a beginning that will now
be forever
I see it, when she does not
sometimes friends replace mirrors
but she is still herself in these moments
with sense of humor fading
details…
less, too much…
all shocking but eminent
diagnosis, pills, doctors watching,
talking, watching
talk
Still Trying
“We are losing altitude all the time”
—Josephine Miles
Gravity and time must be the story,
strength…the music causing this smile.
Stepping to a mirror,
baring all you’ve become…
already, some is gone in the falling,
yet most remains.
Anyway…that’s what we do.
late, early
Obstacles, challenges,
stepped over as they rise.
That horizon is a goal not always ahead.
It slips the lead, follows, or moves beside.
Today, yesterday, tomorrow,
that’s what we do…trying the best we can.
A Measure of Certainty
memories once carried off
even with all my hurry
were certainly too late
no longer lasting
sometimes a lost memory is the future
forever an empty field
I feel guilty
the whole time.
© 2020, Judy DeCroce
A requested instructor in Writers and Books summer program Summerwrite, and, ADEPT: An enrichment program through BOCES 2 in Rochester, New York, Judy continues to teach Flash Fiction and Storytelling.