I ponder upon the mysteries of the universe,
And I may have learned formulas, philosophies.
All it takes to understand the hollow in which I take my steps;
I took my steps.
In which I breathe my breath, colored the colors, said
What must be said — and not.
And yet
Events in days, months, and years were insufficient
Or uninteresting, a bore — I’d say.
To be displayed in a cold, dark movie theatre,
Something worth sitting in for an hour or so,
In an already dull life.
It seems to me that the most astonishing spectacle
That may happen in our lifetime —
A confusing feature I may yet understand,
Or not,
Or never;
Is how the touch of a beautiful fortuity,
Something unsought, unexpected,
Free of plan and design,
Can transcend your humanly understanding
Of reality; you might as well conclude it
As fantasy, unworldly.
Love
As it seems to me
Or at least, how it happened on me.
It was almost never
Hoped, never sought, as I never have
Thought of it happening.
How does a world full of war and hunger
Of death and cruelty,
Offer a pleasing opposite of it all?
Maybe the same Evil was brought about by
The very same reason of Good.
Never hoped, never sought, never
Thought of it happening — an irony.
A contradiction of things that was all
Rooted in one reason.
Never hoped, never sought, never
Thought of it happening.
Juvenile Journ 