Emerson implored us to
advance on chaos and the dark,
but the older I get the more I
wonder if the illusion of light
and order is truly an advancement
Science tells us the answers are
within our grasp, but it seems to
me we are but infants – and science
keeps handing us switch blades
to play with
We always think a little more
knowledge will help us fix things
and on we rush like fools excited
by that next new… trap – we see
the cheese and the shiney metal
around it, but our experimentation
has yet to reveal the jagged razor
teeth – our ignorance will not
keep the hammer set – nor will it
slow the spring’s unwind
We seek the cause for every effect
in futile desperation – the options are
infinite and there is no difference
between an unknowable answer
and no answer at all
I would much rather spend my life
smelling the soft rain in summer,
appreciating the awesome site of a
very old tree, seeing the joy on a
little girl’s face when she runs in
tall grass
I would rather live forever in the
moment of your smile
