Poem: Natural Order

Natural Order
“Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean when is it all going to end?” – Tom Stoppard

Then self-reflection was invented and
eternity was the first spot on the map.
For many, never ending offered a life’s work.

To John, it meant never finding his socks
while neighbors added meaning to their days
and planned for infinite potluck dinners.

John seemed doomed to a lifetime of searching
and banging his head a lot
on the lower, darker corners of his cave.

What would it feel like to wander outside, face up to the sky
feet on grass, feet on sand, feet in water…?
Finding his socks would be such a singular event.
But the hiatus would be unnatural.

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About genemyers

Gene Myers is a New Jersey poet, music journalist and columnist who learned to walk twice. His weekly column is called The Joy of Life. He was awarded first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing by The New Jersey Press Association.
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