Happy new ear

At a time when the issue was only the mastery of living
Managing the hygiene, the economy and the excessive wanting
A rough sketch of tomorrow was always found in expecting
Chance chemically engineered biological people meeting
And a sponge was doused in the stuff of serious learning
Then trundled and stumbled and tumbled into dyadic loving

A corner was turned, on account of the finding of loving
A raison d’etre screamed loud from the far-side of the living
There could be a Good Thing to serve with a positive learning
So, emerged from the shadows, an ancient genetic Good wanting
This messed with the managing loving in each minuted meeting
Not at all what we reached that tumbling turning expecting

In the wake of the wanting, in time, came a cultured expecting
A woman turned slowly to a vessel of multiplied loving
Rejoice! Fear and loathing cascading from a meeting
Rejoiced apprehension apprehended in the form of the living
Then a list as long as your arm reforming the wanting
Then bursting a rocket race filled of speculative learning

Next came the curious thing that demanded more learning
Orders of magnitude more than we were ever expecting
All of the time spent wanting answers to wanting and wanting
Expecting someone to retrieve it and steadily mightily loving
Unknown which side was the sky and where we were living
And still the simplest ever and most un-relivable meeting

Thirteen-hundred more days and all mornings began with a meeting
Days of catch-up and holding and forging, forgetting the learning
And then a curious eye catches patterns of chaos in all the living
Apprenticeships hurdled and mastered without ever expecting
Hearth full of loving and hurting and feeding and playing and loving
Emerging from skins, the Good Thing stoking ever more wanting

After all that, there’s a joy now informing the wanting
A victorious bush-whacking path to each morning’s meeting
Tenderness is thrown on the world from ripples of loving
Just push play-record, rewind and cue to more learning
It grows and does, as it grows as it does, not expecting
Brought here, set right, wound up, set off and now living

The thing wanting answers will open whatever it’s learning
Make the most of each meeting whatever it’s found there expecting
And then treasure the loving it finds at the heart of a living

//ends