As it is in our nature

The Irony Of Plans

We make them because the sea awaits us with redwoods
towering toward our travel, the short passes we will skirt
their broad trunks with, the grain of our days reaching for
a weathering sky. We will make them because we cannot
feel the worry of worlds beyond our seeing, the loved woman
dying down into the end of her days, the open curtain carrying
her regrets and triumphs across an endless lapping blue.

We will make them because they will not ask us to, but
expect it, nonetheless, as it is in our nature to do what the
living do, what the living can, what the living squander
in trodless sandals we kick off at the end of another day
in a long line of another days to come, if they will, and
come and come until we are done with them and they
with us and we come to become undone together.

We will make them in the usual way for it is the happy
business of the living and we are the living, deep in the
herd of days, the stragglers picked off one by one outside
us as we mill and turn and course inside the blessed meat
of safety and reprieve for the day that will not have us will
have us in its day, in time, and we will give the day its taking
and, unto the end of enduring, be done with such concerns.

Joseph Gallo
July 18, 2013