In the greater scheme of things there are chances
That skid by us without coming close simply because
Of the way we've aligned ourselves inside a daily grind
Precluding anything in any way ad hoc or spontaneous
As if, if it's not imprinted on the inside of our eyelids
From the moment we emerge, the contrast between
What should happen and what might, is just too great
It's as if we buy into this great cosmic hook as soon
As we're born, that there's a contract with the universe
And all the i's are dotted, the t's are crossed,
There is no way out
No way to just clear the slate and start over
No matter how much we might yearn to, quick as a wink
Snip the strings, set our molecules vibrating anew
Slip back into the cobalt sea and re-emerge ... we are
Pretty much screwed
S.E.Ingraham©
Sunday Whirl 55
