Contradiction Consternation

Between rocks and hard places
There is always a space 
For a breath
And a soft conversion to acceptance

It may not seem thus
When fire is licking the frying pan
But time is willing to make a deal
Even when a bargain seems impossible

There is a tick from one minute to the next
Hesitate to call it hope
For that type of desire is fragile

Perhaps instead: sight or smell
The sense that you can take it in
When everything seems on the outs