apart, or a part
I take stock of myself, of my life,
I feel better about myself when I am doing:
checking "completed" on the lists I make myself,
I like to write a poem, such as this one,
to record, as if in a journal,
what I'm feeling now
what I'm thinking now,
as if the words on paper
validate my still being here,
self-consciousness why we're allotted our time here,
my meditations argue otherwise,
that what we should be about
is submerging the individual into the collective,
that life itself is but a way
for the universe to look back
and notice that the way forward is all that matters,
for only the way forward can get us back
to the oneness from which all comes,
the part is only a part,
and being apart is not as good as being together.
by Henry H. Walker
July 28, ‘23
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