There are moments in life which,
Without fail,
Occur according to a precise schedule.
It is easy to point out
The things which are wild, unpredictable,
Disappointing.
The things which operate like
Clockwork,
The mundane things,
Are Ordinary,
Boring, even.
Or at least not the things
For which a person takes up pen and page.
Then, some things split the difference;
They go wrong in the very same way again
And again.
We cannot seem to change them
Neither by prayer nor
Force of will-
As a self-inflicted vice,
Or a donut which is never the variety ordered,
Yet is still eaten.
(November 22, 2019)
