the fortunate

that which cannot be found within a cookie.

fortunate are we

who are able to stumble upon any clarity

that might reveal our own idiocy

our own absence of any idea whatsoever

about our own existence

during this brief pubic hair of

life,

before we disappear forever---

and with that knowledge,

to apologize to those we’ve wronged

to think before we speak

to try to act with more compassion

without motive beyond that of the

sake.

 

for that done without motive

seems to be the most beautiful &

how fortunate we are if we realize that

before it is all over.