It’s easier to not exist
And yet existence does persist.
Although I cannot fathom why,
I cannot rest unless I try.
To wonder why or how or when,
Such is the way it’s always been.
As we orbit upon this ball,
It seems odd to exist at all.
After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com.
Your poem is light-hearted and clever as well as deeply thoughtful, David,
thank you, I liked it.
Thank you, Leo.
Here is another poem which relates to the Hubble telescope photo above:
Washington Square Park
Take a walk in the park
Long after it gets dark.
See people left and right
In the glow of a light.
With shadows on the street
Of fellows whom we meet,
Humanity comes alive
In those who do survive.
Noise of the city hums
As the writers and bums
Discuss the human race
While flying through space.
Hoist the bottle higher
As we stand ’round the fire
In the park, in the night,
The universe in sight.
David Paul Behrens
Strangely, David, the last time I was in Washington Square Park I saw no bottles being raised, but I was offered (for a price) some very aromatic hashish. Yes, the dude accosted me and held the stuff right under my nose. This was probably about fifteen years ago
By the way, David, I liked where your poem went. Existence is indeed one of the great mysteries.
David – very amusing, very short but with a good kick to it. It reminds me strongly of yesterday, upon the stair, meeting a gentleman who wasn’t there, who wasn’t there again today. `Written, I note, by one of your compatriots though I’ve not heard of him. The subject matter of yours was better.