Not being here takes all my time;
I rest in cool noon but in the same noon
labor distantly, and do this every day.
Everywhere I am is far away

and being anywhere means leaving soon.
Oh my circles! What abrasive curves
I race through trying to behave
as if I’m solid, not a wave

rolling without reason or rhyme.
A particle gets what it deserves
half the time anyway, in and out the universe;
I don’t know which is better or worse,

here, not here. But I’ve always found
that here is where God tracks you down.


© Van Kelsing, 2015

Public Domain Image (Wikimedia)  This is a painting of Odysseus’s boat passing between the six-headed monster Scylla and the whirlpool Charybdis. Scylla has plucked six of Odysseus’s men from the boat. The painting is an Italian fresco dating to 1560 C.E.