somehow

When it starts to announce itself

it is almost as if remembering an absence.

It's startling really.  Stops you like a head cold.  

oh yes, that's right-

there is no point 

An absolute miracle

and utterly meaningless

and we balance both, somehow.  

All this filling of days and 

charting of paths- 

visions-

finding people and letting them go-

giving things away only to wonder where they went-

and none of it able to withstand the force

of one natural disaster

or nasty cancer

or coincidental encounter with a violent lunatic.  

At the same time, 

the idea of its going-

that there is only one of every day 

and that there are only so many days to experience at all.

It's enough to celebrate and enough to mourn,

enough to feel something-

even to imagine

a point or a choice.

depressed or devastated?

what day is today?