(reflections
in the wake of a 50th high school reunion)
.
I’ve been leaking three certainties
and one speculation my
dwindling load
of sentient
years is
causing
to drip
right
out
of
me:
+
One
.
Attractiveness proceeds from feeling
you’re at home in your own skin.
When you're comfortable therein,
you forget to think about yourself:
you just are you. It turns
out that’s a very
big draw.
+
Two
.
it's the connection
not the activity. If the connection
is there, the activity either takes care
of itself or never mattered to begin with.
+
Three
.
The deepest wisdom consists not only
in easing up to the inevitable finding
that, like God, you're a solipsism, but
.
that you can learn
to bear the eternal
aloneness inherent in
knowing that you are.
.
Wisdom means
accepting
you're it, kid.
+
Maybe
the pursuit of happiness,
and
therefore happiness itself, which
seems
more a product of dopamine than
of
serotonin – that is, it thrives only in a state
of
yearning – maybe happiness is
a
chiasmic balancing act wherein supposed
opposites
accord. Maybe that's what
we'll,
you’ll, I'll be doing next.
.
Ever
thinking that life
and
time were
a
lack
amounts
to
the crime
of
the last Kettelhack.
