Poem - Everyday Absurdities
I found a rock today,
high up in the forest,
at the edge of my visionI saw tall frothy clouds bubble over the Catskills.I was almost away poem hunting / tripping,
but then, back at the rock,
were shells, not à la Howitzer, crustaceans.
conservatively two million years old,
as a percentage I'll live,
.0038% of that, or so,
not a whole 1, not a tenth, not a hundredth,
but a third of a thousandth.
is the math right I wondered, casually.
but then, I'm happy as a stone millionaire,
and a moment of life,