“We don’t have any qualms with you.”
They said with a grin. What’s in the soup?
Good question after all these years of living
It had become more difficult to see
How things are when reflecting on
Pools of water in the ground like mirrors
How things were when we are children
Or even just a young adult I could recall
Turning pennies over and leaving them
For some one else to find on it’s head
Not tails but that seems awfully
Superstitious now with the way
The wind blows you learn to really
Leave happenstance to unpredictable
Movements in the forces around while
Caring deeply about the most important
Value in the moment if one can, although
There was always some deducing
To be had like,
“How will this affect us in a week or two from now?”
Same as,
“I’m taking my life in… but somehow I don’t feel like I’m here for all of it?”
Follow the system
Rules and regulations
Breathing is the minimum requirement
That seems to be checking out ok
That’s one way to check out that is
Acceptable in the business of
Checking things in or out
Stick around and find out what happens
Appealing and more interesting plan
Also still trying to figure out
What’s in the soup?
© GÄ
Poétique 