LOOKING FOR WHY

A MAN'S MORNING BLUES.

Dull morning,

light thin,

the sun taken
a day off,

you sit in the chair
by the window,

your woman in the bed
behind you,

huddled up
in a dream,

the birds
singing outside,

distant hum
of traffic,

people going
some place
or coming
from some place,

the question of why
unanswered
as Nietzsche said
if you have a why
you can put up
with any how,

but no why
so no how,

my woman sleeps,

the cat stalks
the lawn,

people have died
in the process
of this moment
as many born,

looking back
at the years past
spent the coins
of days and weeks
and months and years
adds up
to a tidy sum,

my youth
had excitement
my old age is numb
or dumb with a just
about hear hum.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

The void-ness in this loud and the woman in the bed failing to be the 'why' is so sad.

A departure from the familiar TC fare but still the same high quality.

My old dad has quite the beer-belly to which his friends refer 'the beer keg' and his usual retort is to tap on it affectionately and say 'See if you'd the money that put that there - you'd be a rich man.'

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Tony

[NotAboutMe]

Very nice. I stopped asking why. I just assume the universe is unfolding exactly as it should; but the question is certainly universal.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you.