Rodgers > Random Reflection 4

[Susurrus]

Like atoms inside a nuclear bomb they ricochet around my brain
Words. Thoughts. Ideas. Plans.
Essential but incomplete
Ingenious yet unpractical
I twist the blades of grass next to me
Lost inside of myself
There is dirt under my fingernails
A tuft of dandelion fluff dances in front of my face
Performing for me alone
Twirling and bowing before making a grand exit
Swept into the blue expanse of the sky
It’s 2:00 in the afternoon
Nothing important ever happens at 2:00
It’s too late to eat lunch
Too early to go out with friends
I sigh and focus once again
Life.
It is a carousel that never stops moving
Even though you may want to get off, you cannot
The painted horses move in continuous motion
Bright and captivating
Until you realize they are plastic
Fake and lifeless, without souls
Death.
It is a black hole that favors no-one
Young and old
Black and white
Male and female
Some think there is nothing inside the hole
Only space. Only darkness.
But what about faith?
It is a life-vest when you are drowning.
It is the last thread of rope that holds you above the cliff.
It is the arms that enfold you when you are afraid.
It is a mystery I do not care to solve.