Peggy Hale Bilbro
One Step at a Time
We have a shared system of worrying. He takes care of the big ones and I handle the small ones.
His worry jobs: Will we start another war? Is the President/Supreme Court/Congress doing something stupid? Will this be the hottest year ever? Will we have to buy a new car that costs more than we make in a year? Will the house fall down because termites have eaten away all the support? Will her cancer come back?
My worry jobs: Will the car start today? Did I write the letter I promised? Will my Christmas cactus bloom in time for Christmas? Is the shopping list complete? Did I say/do/think/ something that hurt one of my friends/children/grands? Will I manage to sleep through my usual two hours of worry time? Will my cancer come back?
a breeze
through the highest branches
sun shadows
across an unfamiliar path
that I thought I knew
About the Author
Peggy Hale Bilbro and her husband divide their time between Huntsville, Alabama, and Guardia Sanframondi, Italy. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust bunnies to stardust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.