Anxiety Survival

Anxiety…

Being often but a blip in time and space,
akin to watching sand dunes walking,

where beneath a seemingly permanent eclipse,

disturbance brushing ever so close to the sand,
displaces those tiny grains of buried discomfort,

rendering some to temporary grounding,

and perhaps a peaceful calm.

Might it be…

Remaining anxious,

is to avoid the possibility

that gusts of hope could lead to

shifting sands of chance

and the acceptance of an oasis in one’s desert,

a place where trust in the unknown

could be all that is needed to quench the thirst of survival?