Casting about for solid ground, a touchtone, base
How can I know what is real, what is true
All I know is called into doubt
Or proven wrong entirely
Still I persist in trying to make sense of our crazy world
Today’s offering for OctPoWriMo, an acrostic based on the prompt, “chaos”. The suggested poem type was free-form, but evidently that was just too my freedom for me. The photo was taken on our last camping trip, this past February, when we didn’t know it was going to be our last camping trip.