Epiphanies, a Poem by Roe.

Epiphanies. After a long wait, epiphanies come quickly, if at all. A slow drip of a faucet Setting a random soul on edge Sending the mind on tangents Racing, searching for peace In a world gone mad A world evolving, changing, menacing, With new rules and no order With no clear salvation or direction Leaving all searching for epiphanies A quick way out Relief for the unsettled A bright ray on a cloudy day Warmth at the end of winter Or just a positive thought In the chaos. Roe April 2020