Matter

Sunrise

Sunset

Growth

Change.

Sunrise

Sunset

Misery

Joy.

Sunrise

Sunset

Sometimes

As I lie alone

Staring into the shadowed corners

Full of terrors I’ve never known

Questions float just out of reach

Other times

They beseech

Me to answer

Answer

Answer

Answer.

But how can I obey,

When I cannot hear the words they say?

A question asked is easily answered,

But it must first be asked,

Before a response can be spurred.

And the questions already lingering in my mind,

Have taken years to find.

And they consume my thoughts,

Fill me up,

Split my seams with shoulds and oughts.

So the other questions

Happy ones mayhaps,

Cannot be spoken aloud.

Because a question unasked,

Remains forever in Schrödinger’s Box,

Alive and dead.

Yes and no.

True and false.

Sunrise,

Sunset.

Do we matter?

Any one of us?

Will anyone notice

When we turn to dust?

Yes

and no.

Ebb

and flow.

They will notice,

If you make yourself worth noticing.

Not all,

Not even those you might hope.

But some.

The trick

I’ve learned though long I’ve wisdom spurned

Is to notice for yourself,

Who’ll notice you.

Enough.

Just enough perhaps,

To make the morning worth looking forward to

Since it cannot be escaped.

Sunrise

Sunset.

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Fin.