Life is/was/will be

The universe doesn’t care.
We are gases, stardust.
Muscle, sinew, tendon, synapses.
Impulses. Bone.

When we look up at the sky,
we are looking at history,
brethren so much wiser than us,
by billions and trillions of years.

The universe is lawful neutral,
abiding by laws that we have given a name to,
But it was always following its own,
Rebellious and strange, unknown as ever.

Life is/was/will be a temporal line,
with undulating straight-as-an-arrow waves that never begin and
never end.                   (But they do.)
An ouroboros of seconds, minutes, years, breaths.
Every moment exists at once; (past, present, future, now, later)
We just perceive them as
---------------------------- liiiiiiiiiiinear.

We are small and unaware and beautiful
and we aren’t aware how beautiful we are
We look at the horizon, at the pink-orange
cotton candy clouds
and we are in the dew grass,
sighing and wishing for the land of tomorrow and fairies
which will almostnever come.

We  try to figure out the star stranger, but
he is ever expanding, and we cannot catch up,
And then.
if you shoot the sun at just the right place,
It will. (implode, explode, dissipate).

:It’s raining gumdrops and acid rain (open sky)
From grey thunder clouds again.
Benjamin with his chipped teeth
And arrow words
with soft water tips caressing my brain;
best friend, I miss you memories, pianists fingertips
composing life.

We regret, we regret, look at the news,
want to change the world,
agoraphobia.
Face your fears.  

And the universe doesn’t care.
Actions, reactions.
Life is/was/will be sound, music, doremi’s, white noise, brown noise,
recess   bells, vibrato, bass, violins,
♯sharps and ♭flats.

Life is/was/will be words –
Loathe. Love. Elephant. Snowflake. Honey. Cigarette. Smoke.
Be a leader: Loud and silent at the same time,
assertive, speak up, crying is weakness (?)
Crawl out of your shell, your cocoon.
Butterfly. Birdie-bye. Crow.

Life is/was/will be poetry- pages and pages of it. Books. Art. Paint.
Biographies, autobiographies, hieroglyphics. History.
Damp, musty moldy words in museums, sitting in dust,
On pedestals, for all the universe to dissect.  Someday.

We go about our day to day lives,
minutae.  Walking, running, in love, exploding, imploding, depressed, confused,
painstakingly aware, but not.
Cellstissuebonesorgansnerves.
Meat with emotions.

Forgetting that
above our heads
are our brothers and sisters, lighthouses in the sky.
And the universe doesn’t care.