subtext

all my passions all my failings

all the fears and blind arrogance

all the contradictions of my life

have brought me here as if I

had had some control or plan

other than to read another book

begin another day write the next poem           

until I arrive at a newer state

where I’ll have to continue on

as if nothing that I did ever mattered

because it didn’t and still does not

and to be concerned will eventually

cause me to wind up somewhere

I’d rather not be right now or ever

rather than the place I was meant to be

which is always where I am because

this is where I am  in this moment

despite the pull and push of the world