Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke

born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign in general,

and January 13^th in particular
who dons online personage
with custom (think
swiftly tailored harried styled)
made poetic raiment cloak.

 

With my scrunched

and bushy furrowed brow

I often ponder precise circumstances

that linkedin yours truly to be born

tracing back lineage of self

or arbitrary individual

unpredictable as the dow

reckoning a series of events

sustained life similar

to sowing seed of corn

 

ruminating fragile nascent organism

at the mercy of fate flourished and how

taxing me mind how each score

composed for each

to toot their own horn

aware that just slightest

off beat fluke determined

from millennia ago or now

that particular organism –

whether one celled entity

 

or beings that can mourn

the loss of kindred members –

food for thought

for able bodied/minded bard,
who pledged marital vow

like this poet, whose presence

a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn

at any point in distant past

rendering me absent,

and hence unable to utter wow

evincing expression care worn.

 

At what crap shoot of circumstances

wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be

cognizant of the self

and world wide web

or follow threads back in time,

albeit not more than

a couple generations –

whereby emigrants did flee

from supposed Eastern European swath

in general finding thyself to rhyme

for no reason, just as other creatures

great or small occupy themselves with glee

 

or just groveling along

at bare boned knuckle existence

without a dime

less apt to own luxury

how homo sapiens

purportedly evolved from monkey,

whereby harsh ill fate

tempts them into life of crime,

when perhaps riches

with kingly figures

loomed large in their family tree

begat courtesy making whoopie.

 

A genealogical limb

branching off way back

when back in the day

glorious personalities

populated genealogy to boot

twisting a tortured destiny

somewhere o'er the rainbow

along Yellow Brick Road way

setting stage for rags when

once August ancestry buried in loot

yet tis quite frivolous

to bemoan present woes or even pray

to win lottery turning attention

to how like our ancestral gingko

 

or Geico gecko newt

dwelling in rich primordial

egg drop soup

wantonly in massive bay

inexorably transformed

(by dint of dice throw)

per flora to take root

as well fauna to mutate

into species and genus

trumpeting horns heard

signaling Santa Claus

in his trademark red suit

on land to assay.

 

Punctuated equilibrium

first proposed by

and Niles Eldredge in 1972

gave rise to variety

to an assortment of animals and plants

perhaps also contemplating genetic grants

this one speck of flotsam

in particular owned

a passion for contra dance,

whereby others from massive beasts

to microscopic organisms

scurry hither and yon to and fro

essentially to be alive for lifetime,

nevertheless a mere blink of an eye

all due (in my view) to chance

to self taught amazing uncles and aunts.