Poem: A Rainy Day
The Washing Away of What is Known
The World Cries As It Rains
A rainy day, washing the evidence of the universe away.
but one morsel remains
the embodiment of decay juxtaposed such that it has
the power to contaminate, or maybe not?
Good might circumvent its descent upon the world
but is that enough?
Can it be enough?
We move past our needs, entering into the realm of want....
Dare we trespass?
The intersection is before us; it is distantly foggy.
Yet still within reach
weariness plagues us
and we are mindful of the amorphous dark markings
the kind that makes one stray
What offering is asked?
And in what currency?
Ah, the tests that shatter, the tests that define, they are humbling as they move
quanta intentionally along.
So, what say you free will? What choice is to be?
Emancipation or enslavement---a guttural plea....?