Thursday, June 6, 2024


Funny how 
the things we most 
want to know 

are the things we know 
we never can: 

when (and if) 
the universe began,

what made 
contrary Mary's
garden grow, and 

how long it will take 
our spectacular castles 

to crumble 
into sand. 
It's as if 

our brains 
think they can 
construct the answers  

from haphazard 
hints, red herrings, 
and coincidences.  

But perhaps this drive 
to aggrandize our ability 

reflects better 
on the doggedness 
of our hearts, which, 

even as blind batters 
before the pitcher 
of fate, still 

tap the plate and swing 
for the fences.