Wounded by expectations.
No bitter words,
just long travail.
Simple sets of integrated systems,
soon become our complicated tale.
Never wind the springs
that set the clock
to gears turning.
Time escapes every one
of us.
Alive,
except for time,
a piano wire
strung across the finish line.
Work of our bodies.
Tasks of our hands.
Our vision falls from Heaven
and lands
on anything that we can call,
“Us.”
Funny little creatures,
venerating our creations.
Smiling at anything
we think
resembles what we are.
When we don’t even know
where we come from,
what we’re doing here,
or who we’re supposed to be.
Connected to everything,
but as ignorant as it gets.
Brilliant in our own way,
but immune to common sense,
much less divinity.
Much less creation.
Confused about our purpose
and our station.
Wind us up
and watch us go.
Out along the timelines,
blindly into the unknown.
So easily hurt,
and quickly manipulated.
Constantly conned
into the overcomplicated,
so much that we think
that we understand.
Just a bookmark placed
for things we can’t comprehend.
Winding,
fumbling our way
back up to Heaven.
DJR – 2023
