So you have lost it.
Relax, relax -
we are only witnessing the passage of an era.
Relax, relax - it is only
something new.
How life, with something removed from it,
falls down on its own floor,
like a cupboard with a suitcase taken out.
Like the crowded feet and shins
of a demolition.
You are only
whatever fits in a cupboard on the Earth,
and the Earth has greater mass,
and boy,
it will hold you down.
Why, it goes on forever.
Relax - we are only witnessing gravity.
Well.
Life does not desist its tangling.
Two dogs fight for a warm corner
where sits - one
abandoned man with a handful of soot
Wood is ash minus fire.
That suitcase was empty, anyways.
Find something else to do with the space you saved.
Find something else to do with your hands.
So you lost it after all.
Fill your life with tennis, and poetry.
Shroud yourself with something like knowledge,
swaddle yourself with something like comfort,
and exult as you are waved ahead
to fatten your bag with the delirious new.
A skinny cat mounts a brick wall
to admire the scenery -
sprung up out of nothing
by new climbing.