Living

We are born to an imperfect world 

with a mind attuned to it.
Age and experience provide tools
to best accommodate    
our allotted time.   

   
Sometimes We arranges flowers in a vase,
placing together blossoms
of varied color and shape
into groupings of aesthetic
disincarnate pleasures.

We also build, combining nuts and bolts,
and steel pounded to shapes of function,
manufactures that are planned
to better facilitate
negotiations with life.

Our experience provides 
envisioning a whole,
trying to fit pieces
placed with minimum effort
and without forcing.

Age gives Us comfort
accepting leftover pieces,
knowing there will always
be better possibilities tomorrow,
with rational hope there will be that tomorrow.

Sometimes We form a poem
Sometimes construct instructional manual.
Sometimes neither.
and, every so often, both.
It is this striving in whatever moment, 
that gives treasured meaning to birth,
and Our  Life beyond existence.

-Jerry Wendt 2019