So Much World All at Once

So much world all at once,

it barely requires a self

to be a part of it.

Granted we’re slow 

to comprehend,

so slow that many

are the caterpillars

who’ve out-crawled us

only to find 

no finish line. 

That said,

there’s no leaving

anything behind, 

only a chronic begetting.

No need to crave adventure

as small experiences

and less of them 

are what the world is

really made of.

We can’t stop ourselves

from happening 

even if we leapt

into the void

we’d not impede the flow

between A and B;

un-dissolvable stones 

licked smooth

by misplaced hunger.

Our memories can’t recede,

not really,

instead they’re kept 

safe and sound

in the custody of a 

covetous giant God

who’s one disability

lies in refusing 

to consider

anyone of us 

as clutter.

6/27/21