Flies find a way in
Flies find a way in
But not a way out
They lie
On a window sill
Roadkill
In need of a cleaner
No matter how fast
The river
It will never flow
Uphill
Why do birds fly
Ten thousand miles
To the same place
To breed again
Like Salmon
To their home water
Lambs to the slaughter
Where they will spawn
Before they die
Why do sunsets
Create a magic
When the reason
Is crystal clear
Light passes through
More dirty air
And as it scatters
We see different shades
But does it matter
When the outcome
Is a thing of beauty
Do we enjoy it
Any less
Or that much more
When we are oblivious
Can we be happy
As a puppy
With a dog treat
And a warm seat
By a fire
They can never light
Do they care
Where you go
Just as long
As you return
And how do they know
To sit on the floor
Behind a door
For a few moments
Before you come home
Why do you worry
About the blindspots
Of possibility
Things might go wrong
Perhaps there is no
Rhyme to reason
Changing of a season
Blasphemy in treason
Perhaps
You don’t have to understand
The meaning of a life
To fulfil it
You just need
To live it