"Be Here Now. Be Somewhere Else Later. Is That So Complicated?"

I'm tired of asking myself why

Joys can't come without harms,

Why those forever young lovers,

Peace and Sorrow, always

Wrangle in one another's arms.



Just because I don't perceive

Intentional loving kindness

In our dark, star-dotted universe 

Doesn't mean I can't delight

In its coincidental charms.