so it happens that I am and look
I’m no longer sure that what’s important is more important than what’s not and what’s important after all if today it is here and tomorrow gone like the husk of the wheat on that warm blustery fall day or the grass stitched to the soil so seemingly solid yet I pull as weeds grow and it too comes away I question this solidity I question this easy transference there is a mystery for sure and there is this one thing seemingly so solid transferred into something else with little effort at all I’d say I’m sad this makes me sad but this too this sadness becomes a question I can not properly answer as I look at it it too becomes a question the question becomes a question until all that is left of me is the shape of legs and arms and torso stretched upon the piece of earth I cover with my wonder and some may say insanity