Day 691 May 24, 2022

Human Condition

Sometimes it is better 

to close one’s mind 

to the possibilities, 

the unknowns, 

the unfathomable. 

It is a belly ache of uncertainty, 

like eating uncontrollably, 

tearing and ripping the fabric of something precious. 

There is horrible sorrow everywhere, 

I can feel it. 

There is anger, there is fear, there is the emptiness. 

I long to be touched 

the way you long to be touched, 

and yet, 

the world reverberates 

with concrete angles and uncut sidewalks. 

A most precious hand in mine. 

That is what I remember, 

always, 

for each of my children. 

I wish to always hold them and whisper stories into their hair, 

even as they wave me away and walk off into the distance. 

Each person is a blessing. 

Each life, a curse. 

Every existence precious. 

If only we could all just exist 

in our most marvelous selves, 

imagine the condition, 

imagine the flavor, 

imagine the solace.