it’s the measuring out

eye of a day

blinks and consumable bites

of human perseverance

is there anything else that matters?

and then: what do you do when your confidence in life flakes like chalk

the appeal of an ordered life loses it’s charm

you are left unbridged

from here to nowhere or somewhere unknown

does a water drop have a reason?

if I can’t see past the curtain, i am batting around in half knowledge

the destination is hidden from me

i am left on this side of knowing

to conjure up some hope, style a faith

of how little or how big it is to be alive

searching for meaning or contentment from life’s menu

i am  sent back by Teacher

back to the classroom

wondering if i matter

wondering if i can be reprieved of this

wondering if my life will add up to anything

anything at all