Okay, confession time. Today, for the first time, drew a fortune I just couldn’t work. I tried. I even took the picture. But it wasn’t in the least poetic and it wasn’t even something I could relate to. It was, “Tension in a partnership? It might be time for you to delegate.”

I mean, yes, I’m a business owner, but who am I going to delegate to in my sole proprietorship? My cat? My erstwhile marriage was what really caused me tension, and that’s done. My daughter and I get along. I do delegate to her when I need to, and she always does what I ask. My sons are grown.

So, not being a corporate tycoon and not feeling tension in my other partnerships, I decided to, for the first time, draw another fortune. (I ate both cookies, btw. They were delicious.)

I’m so glad I did. I listened to a podcast just this morning about an Oregon City using its camping ban to fine and jail the homeless population in its parks. I listened to the story of a woman about my age who raised her children in this city who, because of the death of her husband and health problems, had become homeless. She was camping in a park near her old neighborhood.

I often think of the true meaning of “there but for the grace of god” and I know there’s truly a hairs’ breadth that saves us from ill fate. Or maybe it’s an angels’ breath?

God bless and I hope you enjoy this one, my first concrete poem in quite a while.