My Big 50

On My 50th Birthday


It’s
A fleck of salt
On a grain of sand
Afloat in the multi-dimensions
Of time

It’s 50 rides
Around the sun,
They seem without reason
Or rhyme

Yet it’s
Also been so hugely intense
So incredibly monumental,
That somehow, somewhere,
It only makes sense,
That there must be a source elemental
Some prime cause, that’s root, fundamental
To my existence,
For my subsistence,
No matter my resistance

Something must have
Planned it,
my life upon this planet,
And it just can’t stop now,

now can it?