“All in Hand”
My dearest
You are nearest
To my thoughts
And other things
How is it possible
That it all keeps balanced
Given how trembled
The tide has turned
Awkward no more
Now that our ill-conceived
Upside down position
Has been righted
Or is it wronged
It’s difficult to discern
When there’s so much blood
On the brain
But it wanes
As gravity has stepped up to help
And so boiled blood is returning
To precisely where it needs to be
Took a chance
Unwittingly
But it all turned out
As it was supposed to
Or so it would seem
As comfort has been affirmed
And so where does it lead
Exactly where it’s supposed to
Or so say the “Experts”
But what are their credentials?