We're Here. Deal With It.

This is one of those odd afternoons. We all have them. I had lunch, three quick glasses of wine, a nap and woke with a poem in my head. And, I 'm not a poet. But, I'll share it anyway.

You are who you are.

You are what you are.

You’re nothing,

You’re everything,

You were,

You are,

You will be.

You are perfect.

You are the human race.

Who will win such a race?

You?

Me?

Us?

We are who we are.

We are what we are.

We will go on.

There's just no telling what this poem might look like with another glass of wine. I think I'll uncork another bottle and find out.

Hugs and love, Y'all.