Most are fond
Of yesteryear,
Even with pain
And regret.
Perhaps one would
Alter a thing or two.
But we agitate
When considering
The frustrations
Of the present
And we seek
To control
The coming day.
Strange that we
Cannot be tranquil
Towards so much.
(3WW CCXLIV)
Solid feelings about a
Contingent future
Adds up to what?
And what about a
Future in the extreme,
At the end, perhaps
After the end?
Doesn’t our life really
Show itself to be
Nothing beyond
One chance after
Another?
Does it matter how
We feel about it,
Or what we think
About it?
Does that change
Anything?
Can we predict
The unpredictable?
Sure, there are
Patterns.
There is science.
But science cannot
Predict human
Action or interaction.
Humans are unpredictable.
And the number of
Possibilities of human
Emotion, psyche, not
To mention crazy
Forces of nature—
No, don’t listen to
The damn weatherman!
There are too many
Unknowns.
And the possibility
Of spirituality,
The force of life
Itself, where it
Comes from and
Where it goes,
That, my friend,
Nobody knows.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 