Life is absurd
the bubbles on the green pond are absurd
how they bobble and burst
It is absurd that I should living
be sitting here talking in the sun with you
about the paradoxes we already live
know it or not
see it or blind
ears but not hear
hearts but don’t—
it is paradox that the motionless flower
onto which alights the dutiful bee
is made of racing atoms
which form molecules
that photosynthesis races beneath the surface.
it is a paradox that your foot swings bare
back and forth pendulum
while the blood courses back and forth inside
thumping throbbing blue life
and your cells fight battles of wholeness,
while you and I talk in the sun.
that is miracle paradox.
“How do you live paradox?” you ask.
asking, asking, asking, asking
living, loving, breathing, breaking, thinking, seeing
into answers we might never see
we’ll see how we lived the photosynthesis
and the buzzing bee
the coursing blood and the quiet words
the mad fights and the calm rocking pendulums
we’ll find at last
that we did always
yet lived that to