Always
trying to make it
make sense,
make light,
make a point.
Make it hold some kind of order,
structure,
skeletal.
Tying with wire,
building with stones,
only to have it all
come down.
We wonder how
we can make it.
Our eyes see the world,
skin feels the touch,
mind thinks the thoughts,
and our hearts pump,
keeping us moving on
towards the end.
Why not bring a friend?
Why go alone,
into the unknown?
Then,
you learn
you’re still on your own.
Relationships
are systems,
just like any other,
subject to chaos,
and order,
and entropy.
What does it all mean?
We watch the world
build their spires,
higher and higher,
but we
still expire
so quickly.
Trying to make it
make sense,
make love,
make progress
towards
something meaningful.
Trying to make it.
Make it good.
HG – 2021
