grappling with the incessancy of finite things

There is no straight-and-narrow path for the remarkably empathic & enigmatic 

       bodies that moonlight in the warbled heat waves of the twelve-hour sun,

strutting about to their one-hit-wonder song, 

       for success might only last as long as the elastic on a favorite pair of pants;

dad said don’t rely on anything too ferociously (in less poetic words, I might add), and this could be taken to heart  

       as a backtrack to the rhythm of that thumping little clock—don’t-count-on-any-thing-too-long.

                     Can you hear it? 

There’s going to come a point in your life where you realize this was all for naught,

        but instead of getting huffy about it you might as well play along.

I personally made a fine point of rarely having a point

        and though I can still muse for hours in a way that raises the exponential powers of the mind… 

                                              There has to be an intervention of rest, no?

I knew rest as it came from Mother’s Good Green earth, a ghastly stranger to some and a gentle lover to the aforementioned enigmatic,

        of which I claim to be one. 

There is only ever Peace in Her silence, found rare in expanses of wilderness,

       where nothing can be heard except infinitesimal quarks tuning their string symphony (at a humanly impossible frequency).

I think even God might have a place here, if He is in fact real.

        Perhaps you’d only know if you sat often in the company

of Mother’s Good Green silence.

                                                                                                Will you please do so before you go?

In the final stilling of my body, I hope to hear Her infinite quantum quiet,  

         and I hope to declare myself successful by some contrived standards (perhaps as more than a one-hit-wonder),

but my real achievement will be

          in not relying on anything or anyone too long, 

because though dad did not have had a knack for words, he did know a bit about this Life: 

                                                                                                                                                                        indeed, nothing lasts forever