Nobody Knows

Drops in the bucket overflow

Onto the pan and drain downward

In a spiraling gutter

Down they go

Around they flow

And where it all stops

Nobody knows

These drops, their cyclic flows, contain

The mysteries of our universe

Disclosed joys and horrors restrained

From man’s conscious discourse

A complex governing system rearranges

Those whose channels are clear

Tempered by their own judgment

Explosive realizations fall near

To overflow all that is left

To wash the horror at joy’s relent

Dichotomy’s swirl evades the known

Re-derange to covet relief

And chaos is a sounding board

For order, which casts sanity a clue

As to what life really has to show

And where it all stops

Nobody knows

~

DBrown Fisher

© Aug 2001