What University does to Poetry

A Lament

Oh the pile of problems plundering my futile happiness

What was happiness?

My blundering ability ceases to capture it

I seem quite condemned to solitude

My responsibilities seem pointless

And I yearn to see the point of all this

Confusion keeps colliding with me

Knocking me to the ground

Now found quite familiar

Should me all alone

Compel me of you in all I do?

In all I think?

I cannot cannot cannot

Think

Without thinking

It's miserable

Utterly, devastatingly horrific

My head is wracked, tormented

Tired.

But God, you are so good.

I know your goodness in my family

In my presidential parents who love me in my imperfections,

In my siblings who laugh and learn and love me in my presence

I know your goodness in my friends

In the joy of malarkey

Of making light in the misfortunes of life

I know your goodness in creation

At the beauty of a rhythm- a line- I smile

The systems I could follow for miles and miles and miles

I know your goodness in your son

Who saw the shadow of goodness in all of us

But even in its absence, loved us.