There should have been more.
More comfort . . . more happiness.
If only our effort to escape gravity were fair.
If only outcomes were more predictable.
We secretly envy Coyote for the seamlessly way
he revels in mischievous moments we’re compelled to control.
Our random walk toward chaos amplifies
all we fear until we’re compelled to concede,
gravity always wins.
We crater hard but strive to smile.
Calling our new normal harmony, the desire to be better
becomes buoyed against those harsh realities that drown
our desire to feel . . . anything.
Here then lies our happy hell. Every decision,
adventure, mistake, risk, and unexplored opportunity
held up as evidence we are where we were,
the place we chose to be.
R. M. Dolin, 2018
