There are no problems, I have been told,
simply-events, an occurrence.
It is no coincidence, it suddenly occurred
to me, occur can be like low tide, recurring.
If there are no problems, are we living
in a comfort(able) zone, which becomes
uncomfortable,
like growing out of shoes,
or them growing apart
from you.
Returning our attention
to the steps we take, looking down,
we notice the children all looking up.
The sky is never the same.
Painting by Eugene de Blaas [Public domain].
