Why Worry
A poem by Tricia McCallum

Why Worry

and pine for what is not,
all the beauty now dust,
the sad terrible waste,
when we are mere particles of stardust,
here for an instant,
then on to unimaginable other planes.

But oh, look,
how this stardust can manage to capture the light
just so,
then radiate within us,
before pouring forth in turn to others,
wherever it might find a home.

To illuminate some dark distant moment
we cannot know,
allowing whomever it might reach
to do the same.

About the Author:

Tricia McCallum is a Glasgow-born Canadian, a Huffington Post Blogger, a Pushcart Prize nominee, and Best of the Net winner. She has two poetry collections in print: The Music of Leaving (Demeter Press 2014) and Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Mother and Father Remembered (2011). She publishes her prose and poetry online and wherever she can find good homes, blogging about women’s rights, mental health, wretched jobs she’s had (and they are legion), and even more wretched blind dates (also legion).

She writes about almost anything: falcons in Ireland, elephants being traipsed through the Queen’s Midtown Tunnel, stray island dogs, beleaguered mothers, small town beauty queens, and ill-mannered neurosurgeons. Underlying it all is her curiosity about how people navigate their lives and what it is they struggle with under the surface.

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