Wednesday, January 26, 2022


Too much beauty, 
when viewed all at once,

is disturbing to the eye 
and makes
no sense.

It's as if 
we have no choice 

but to see 
what's beyond 
as odd and expendable—

as if, all along, 
it has just been the outside
world versus us.

But of course 
we can't see
it's this whole outlandish place—

from the dirt underfoot, 
to the oceans on the planet,

to the whole enthralling, 
utterly chaotic 
fever dream of a universe—that's essential;

and it's the erratic actor
who fritters and struts
that cares too much,

and yet, is superfluous—
born uncertain, 

gone just 
as mysterious.