Discovering Home
by Odin Roark

So temporary this existence,
a tabled destiny of shifting tectonics of time,
knowing only continuous evolution,
rendering today's attachment
but tomorrow's adjusted divide.

Most sense not
when disturbance begins,
when spilled milk begins to teach,
when failure signals wisdom.

From cradle to grave,
conditioning grows unabated,
advancing through preschool,
elementary,
middle,
high,
higher,
finally granting,
one's very own onion skin,
adulthood’s tenuous admission ticket.

Perfect job.

Do this.
Have that.

Perfect relationship.

Enjoined.
Separated.

Unexpected seismic shifts erupt.
Innate calculations run asunder.
Passion's molten flow
fuses heart and mind.

Shackles melt free,
beckoning infinity
as unhappiness exits,
flames cleanse bodily disease.

Above ethereal wonder,
smoke and cloud
transport ecstasy's confetti
with the first breeze to nowhere,
the embracing calm of everywhere.

At last,
continuation unfolds
atop depths of melted core,
day and night merges
with all that was,
is,
and
will
ever
be.

Welcome home.