In the Meantime - Sleeping At Last

Maybe there’s no answer here

At least one we’re ready to hear

No string of words will satisfy

No simple equation to edify us

Here, in the meantime

May questioning nurture life

Fear is illogical math-

An impractical skill to have

Still, we talk of our future 'til we have no voice;

We’ll try to outsmart it with noise

But here, in the meantime

May the unknown harvest life

We’re conditioned to mourn our empty glass

Long before it ever poured out our past

Though our patience is always in short supply

We’ll leave our farsighted worries behind

Here, in the meantime

In the gospel of nearsight

May we learn to live a nourished life