Doubt

I never doubt that when I wake I will open my eyes,

Stretch out my arms, position the legs and arise.

I never doubt the water I pour will percolate the jolt of

Coffee I crave.

I never doubt the pups will need taking out to do naturally

What they have held at bay all night long.

I never doubt each and every step I take to make my routine

Morning rounds.

I never doubt the music I need to soothe me into yet another

Birth which ages me with the dawning of so many days before.

I never doubt breathing in and out, the blinking, batting and

Rubbing last night’s mysterious dreamland from my eyes.

I never doubt that those monthly bills will arrive demanding

To be paid on time.

I never doubt the chair in which I sit, nor the hand holding

The pen I lift, writing the checks to Gas Energy, Power and

Light and all who supply me with the creature comforts I

Receive. I never doubted the moon which shown last night,

Nor the sun which provides this morning’s light. Beyond all

This, and as for everything which may or may not follow,

I would be the fool indeed who refuses to pay heed to the

Seas undulating beneath my feet, and I set a sail precariously

On this weighty shipload of uncertainties. Anything, my friends,

Is possible crossing the Fickle Ocean of Unpredictability.

Of this I have no doubt.

Chris Hanch 4-5-17