A common thread runs through all of human experience. We seek to find meaning and place ourselves in the larger scheme of things. We want a philosophical home, a warm nest to snuggle into.
As I have matured (some will dispute that I did) I've found that the certainty of uncertainty is somewhat comforting. I no longer have to seek for the perfect place. I seem to be contented to live my life as it occurs and savor the small pleasures it brings.
Here are a few thoughts about this process.
Seeking Permanence
The search is unending,
a quest to find our place,
as the planet itself
spirals off into space.
The universe reminds us
that everything is change
and the best we can expect
is a constant rearrange.
Temporal and spatial
conspire to insist
to show that here and now
is all that can exist.
Take succor in today
and the comforts therein
feeling at home right now
is the best place to begin.
Minor Bliss
The harvest moon
played clair de lune
on silver bells of yore.
The sandman slid
his hoary head
around my bedroom door.
In the dark of night
thought faded to white
until there was no more.
Soon morning skies
light o'er my eyes
in rivulets does pour.
I stretch and yawn
just past the dawn
then linger a bit more.
Retirement bliss,
I must confess,
to sleep 'til sleep is o'er.
Wrinkles
I'd like to save youthful looks
but I am too late;
it seems that option is
no longer on my plate.
I don't bemoan the actions
that brought wrinkle and sag
for now I have escapades
on which I can brag.
And if I started early
to hang onto youth
I would've had less fun
and would still be old—forsooth.