Tuesday, June 7, 2022

To know the middle, we must know the end,
but so few finishes tip their approach,
their modes and momentum, magic, besides.

How then can we calculate our halflife?
How come we to comprehend our climax?
To reconcile our first words with our last?

Perhaps by knitting, looping in loose ends;
or gardening, tending blooms, weeding beds.
Perchance, to know, to be, we dance instead.