One Basket

I put my eggs

in a basket,

though I can't trust

it will hold.

Other tests and trials

have proved it unreliable;

each failure an assault,

a mugging,

a sneak attack,

or a lie

whispered in the dark.

But we make our choices

with high ideals,

choose our course

and try to stick to form,

bearing blown chances

and lost opportunities

with nary a peep.

So though I'm uncertain

what the day will bring,

still I'll take these eggs

and put them
in my basket,

not because

I know no better

but because this

is all I have.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.