Wherever I Am Impending On

Emptiness: all

for nothing and nothing for all

the rhetoric of wanting

a beginning: what

bits we've mastered

on standing upright

seem rather senseless

considering we spend

days mostly lying

down burrowing through

mountains:

a century ago

cleaning up from

the great conflagration

the end of all

wars: now how many

skirmishes since

we are still fighting

the last engagement:

we've sent rockets

to the moon, and soon

we'll be off again, chasing

Rod Bradenberry into spaces

we were never meant

to boldly go:

still, clueless

as to what or

who we are or

were intended for.

I have no inclination

of what Mars holds,

if Jupiter is

in alignment with

anything I know,

the universe is black

empty space

until...

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Reviews

[John Prophet]

Cold emptiness one garden to be. Great write!

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, until is isn't. And everything is a mystery until is isn't any longer. We are easily duped by those whol claim answers to the mysteries. The one thing I know for sure: the answer is not magic.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

agree. hence the unclosed ending. None of us know, suspect none of us ever will.