The Great Existential Conundrum

by G. Tod Slone

The ducks don’t think of it, nor do the crows,
as the water eternally flows round the creek,
swelling slowly upwards, then draining outwards

Christians don’t think about it, nor do Muslims,
or Jews, Buddhists, or others of that ilk

Only those of us alone contemplating the tic toc
of time resound in the silence of our dwellings
feel its dearth reality, “lo fatal” as Dario called it

Babies cry, while children are taught the fairytale
as if reality could or would pain them

But the fairytale, of course, is not for them at all…