I strolled across the Bellevue Bridge on a serene, though cloudy, afternoon
The beauty of the scene soothed any anxiety I might have carried
after an insightful workday.
Beauty always stirs something in me
existential..
“Are you there?”
“Do you have a plan for me?”
“A partner?”
“A purpose?”
A moment later, I noticed the absurdity of this chain of thought.
It had shifted so quickly
from divine-centered to egocentric
I remembered my friend Matija,
and a remark he once made
about a mental shift in the opposite direction.
I concluded that,
in the larger scheme of things,
my last three questions might not matter.
Each of us has a story,
hopefully, non-boringly unique
and not made to fit the norms
that could render it:
forgettable.
Oh God! you see?
I pivoted even here back to me!
very much like the absurdity here. Almost like an explanation.