04/27/20 Where We’re Going
There is no consciousness to this place;
tragedy is when everything goes wrong;
comedy, if everyone gets married,
even the jester;
it’s hard to tell the difference
if you have not shared a drink with the author,
vetted their intentions,
put out a cigarette or two
and over-tipped the clown.
There’s always some cocky bird
trying to wrestle meaning
from a naked land.
If you want to know “where we’re going,”
ask serendipity how she always finds her way back
to the lead of the show,
and edit your prayers
to suit her voyage