How do you cope when time is tossed,
Objects flying, night is day, grief is a shadow,
Anger is air?
I feel like a nervous acrobat.
Unsteady, unsure, teetering.
Too much. It’s overwhelming.
I need a mantra to steady my steps.
And eureka. They appear, like miracles.
Saved by the bell.
Three words will save this world
“Watermelon Sugar High.”
Watermelon Sugar High!
-Pamela, not acting my age and I don’t care