The mysteries of how we settled here
and of where we will shortly go
are the stuff of stories we make up
and then pretend to know.
We take offence. We build a fence
and finally a wall
to block our view of things we think
matter little or not at all.
But how do we know? In truth we don’t.
The most important things
might be those that aren’t things:
a smile that kindness brings
and also, on the debit side,
the damage from a frown.
How often in our carelessness
we let our friendship drown
because of things that we insist
have naming power
to make us glad for evermore
or—more likely—half an hour.
The Thing About Things
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