We reach out for purpose,
Cutting through time like a knife.
Surveying each step with elation,
As if God’s creating life.
Are we more than rotting thoughts,
And orbiting electrons in atoms?
If I stand still or take one more step,
Will it really change any outcomes?
I want to believe in more than this.
In more than my petty musings.
Yet, despite my wish for my words to remain,
I can’t cease their death by refusing.
If I write, or walk, or take a step,
Or if I choose to protest.
There will still be something there to lose,
Whether idle or over-obsessed.
So, I reach out for purpose,
Whether it cuts me in it’s course;
For despite my ruminations,
Presence is an unstoppable force.
K. Aldaya, 5/22/18
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