PANDEMIC DIARY

DID YOU ASK FIRST?
February 6, 2021

DID YOU ASK, FIRST?

Did you ask, first?
Did you think beyond
what you wanted…to bear?
Precedence is not a presumption
of right; the right stolen from
those who cannot choose;
the yet to be, who you say
represent our future
stolen from their bliss.

Did you ask, first?
Do you think it my desire to be involuntarily
pressed into reincarnation’s
suffering cycles plucked from
Excellent Eternal Freedom,
prodded, pulsated and
pushed through cramped, constricted
canals, inverted, slapped, squeezed,
and shocked from timeless
black into brazen light.

Whose interests did the
doctor hold in her hands?
For whose life were precautions
provided? Whose cries were louder?
Whose pleas?
Not the voiceless.
I certainly was not consulted.
I knew from the start Mother’s limbic
milk upset my better euphoria.

Is knowing so superior to Being’s bloom?
The pomegranate did not abet the Fall.
Can’t beauty exist without description?
Do we need to abduct eternity’s future?
In the end, what do we really know?
What end does life speak to?
What life does death substantiate?
Life is a mythology that only death defines.

Thankfully, there has been wet
dog kisses; the shimmering of dew dappled
grass fields; the lapping of burbling
brooks; jungle orchids crazy varieties;
puddles to plunge in; and, mud
to conspire with to
anger parental authorities.
Poop is always good for
a laugh since they never
thought to ask.