Umbilical Futures


Umbilical longings
rest upon ever-changing terrain,
fissures of the interminable,
warm fluid fiords carving
paths through destiny’s flotsam,
the distant past of unchartered happenstance.

Sudden awakening asks…
are we not but a universe of questionable life,
destined for borderless answers
to be the history of secrets unspoken,
fated with identity’s concealment,
the ever changing shape of
shadows forged from chance?

But for some of us...

Does not our personal unknown reach out,
confronting manufactured answers too simple
even as we are dismissed as bothersome intrusions,
suggesting our questions threadworn?

Yet the unanswerable remains tenacious,
believing secrets never lie.
That among endless beginnings,
eventual verity provides the light,
delivering shorter and shorter shadows.

Believing life’s mysterious secret
is merely patience preparing another random crack,
webbing the translucent shell of creation,
where eggs-ethereal continue to be nurtured
for yet more of the infinite unanswerable.

Some of us wait.