Timing is Something

 

The mechanics of the Universe

often amaze me.

How can one moment cause

so many ripples through time

and set in motion so many

unavoidable consequences?

 

I’m so conscious of time.

How life is a series of moments

interconnected and interlinked

through random happenstance

set off well before I ever even existed.

Each moment of an ancestor’s life leading

to my inevitable existence.

 

Each choice made, each pseudo-choice

made, assuming choice is something we

actually can do rather than simply respond to

the stimuli of the tentacles of some person

now long gone, who started us all towards the “path”

we’re on.

 

A proto-human sparks a flint

shooting a spark into a pile of

sticks and leaves, starting a fire,

creating the modern world in

an incredible journey of coincidence

and luck.

 

Every happy or sad moment in a life

is a product of that spark; every

breath on the breeze is a hurricane of

potential destruction or rebirth,

yet it is all just supposed to add up to

life.  This is life. Moments crammed

together in a relatively short time span.

 

All under the cruel mercy of those who came

before us and likely defined by those yet

born.  We are constantly in a struggle with

time, resisting it, accepting it and dealing

with it on the behalf of others, who make us

wait, or arrive too early or don’t respond.

 

The mechanics of it all,

too present in my mind as I apologize

for the late-night text message having no idea

someone had died and my silly drunken rant was

wildly inappropriate for the time.

 

The universe, in it’s comedic timing,

never ceases to amaze or stun me into

awe.