Wooden Pegs

Fragile life rests on just a few painted wooden pegs.

I want every person to have someone to love and to hold,

to experience a love that doesn’t break like the egg if it slipped and fell.

Wouldn’t that be just the best form of discovered glinting gold?

Every sector of life wouldn’t feel like such a squeeze of lonely exhaustion,

but instead,

it would be a warm squeeze of affection,

that would dissolve some of the pain and grief of life.