we try our best to talk about it as if it does
but we know good and well as we hear the words
falling from our mouths
or dancing in our brains
that of course it makes no sense at all
of course the weak lose to the strong
of course the meek lose to the proud
of course the poor answer to the rich
of course the cheerful are better off than the tearful
of course the peaceful lose to the first to strike
and even when the story ends
and someone closes the book
all seems clear still,
and we feel a rumble
like a kind of existential indigestion
that maybe we should have fought stronger
maybe we should have been a little prouder
maybe we should have tried to get a little richer
maybe we should have acted a little more cheerful
maybe we should have preempted with the first blow
but then comes the morning
and the upside down comes right side up
and the clear and obvious become dark and murky
and we see a new order of things
but only once in a while
for now
do we get a sight of the downside up world
and so we clinch it as tightly as we possibly can
and hope that when we need to remember
we can trust that while of course it makes no sense at all
one day all makes sense, of course.
we are a people waiting for it all to make sense.
djordan
Pine Tree
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