as the day
finally ended
its miserable life,
i saw a star,
possibly a satellite
(i’m no astronomer),
flicker
and burn
against the velvet
backdrop sky,
reminding me
there is
no sunset,
only a spinning
dreidel
flying around
a giant fart;
there is
no patience,
just silence -
the saddest form of communication.
and in that lonely,
lonely moment
of reticence,
i realized
we all are
ONE
with the universe.
we all have
the ability
to comprehend
the simplest fact:
everything is empty
and futile
and cold.
yet there are things
that keep us
going
(and those things
are best served
at room temperature)
while we hope
for gimel.
yet back in reality,
i watch
as the spinning top
just landed
on
shin.
