Life

Life  by Jim Hime ©2011

A torrent of explicatives pour forth

In voluminous raging like the water

Squeezing through the Hoover dam

As though the Colorado River would

Thereafter be left roiling and polluted

With a demonic presence so terrible

Only the most daring rafter could

Endure it and emerge unshaken and

Willing to ride the violence once more.

Nothing can assuage the frustrations

Of our age but this knowledge may help:

We are all going to die and before we die

We will not receive the answers to the

Questions that perplex us endlessly,

Therefore with quiet repose on the edge

Of the precipice of the abyss the height

And depth of which cannot be known,

But appears in some since like the shear

Face of the Grand Canyon looking up or

Down, consider the lilies of the field,

How they grow: they neither toil nor spin;

And yet I say to you that even Solomon

In all his glory was not arrayed like one of

These.