Sit, Will Ya?
Divine Will (Poetry)
All the things I sought to learn,
absorb so restlessly, for years and years,
and years on end — in this, that book,
a seminar, another,
and still again, another book —
Things I learned in a single, ‘tragic’ evening,
all at once, without having meant to —
wherein which I quit on life,
and for once, finally, thought
I’d simply sit before I’d hit the switch.
I simply, very simply, sat…
I sat there, very simply…
between shame and failure,
with not a single further thought in mind.
And just like that,
in that very, itty bitty instant:
I knew, I knew — I knew it all.
To think I thought to pray, and sin,
repent, rebel; and drink, and fuck,
and gain, and lose, and fall in and out,
and in and out of love —
and in and out, and in and out again —
again, again, again, again!
And read, and fight, and hate, and lift,
and smoke, and fall, and cry, and lay, and rise…
but just to curse it all
before doing it all, from scratch, again…
But never once
I’d thought to sit.
Not once.
Never.
What a world.
