How Am I?
you’ve asked me how I am.
Oh (yawn), I’m fine.
But just as important (perhaps even more):
How is our friend Life feeling about life these days?
Forgive the audacity, but
I think I know.
Life has kindly let me see the tragedy inscribed in
All of It
The gently swaying, slowly aging trees.
The animals jumping for joy in their untutored ignorance of a
The sparkling bodies of water great and small
will dry up
and leave nothing but a
The burning sun that burns away the gases that
feed the hungry flames,
the flames we need, the flames that give us burning
The vast but not infinite universe
that will shrink into a ball the size of a
even God won’t have the strength to lift it.
The death of God Himself
The rise and decline of loved ones,
dying only when we forget
or when we, too,
The passing of an extraordinarily ordinary pet
who, in our heart, wins all the prizes at the dog show,
having given us pleasure and
fascination as it
and Learned to
Speak to us
The atomic explosion
that split the atom
so that the atom is no more.
And this will happen to
To me, recuperating wildly—and then,
hopefully later than sooner….
And the therapist? What will happen to her?
Her Life and Being could easily fill
a thousand outsized books, such as the Great
War and Peace.
And many, many more volumes if the writer were just
capable of breathing
The inscription of
so easy and simple to see
if one just looks.
So I’m (yawn) fine.
How are you?
Matt Bohart (Me :))