My Santiago

To cluster around ones we know, And then to have it ripped away, As we move to resume old lives, routines as if it never happened.

This desire for it to make sense this time, when we see what it is with 20-20 vision, and comprehend the sadness tinged with beauty -this life- this beautiful transient thing. This uncertainty, timidity, indecision, fear, depression, loathing, This vagueness, Yet – then – improbably in a flash, flecked with clear moments of sheer vision, even joy, Inexplicable direction and bubbling rightness

that life is, was and will be just as it is. Ours to accept, fulfil And live. With questions unasked, Guarantees unrequired Perfect in its imperfection, Just as it is!