Lynn White

Beginning Again

Tomorrow will bring

a new beginning, 

another new beginning

so many beginnings I wonder

when I will reach the end

of my beginnings

and what has been the point to them

when everything has been started before.

But this time is different,

and I am pointing up the difference,

for this time it is my end 

that is beginning

and there is nothing left 

to be started now.

The Point

What’s the point of it all 

if life is just a game,

a beautiful game

if you’re in luck,

but still a game.

Still,

let me point it up again.

You might get lucky

if you play the game.

Though,

in any case

three strikes 

and you’re out,

out of this game.

When Paradise Was Lost

It was paradise,

a perfect life in the sunshine

for the two of them.

Eating the luscious fruits,

drinking the succulent juices.

Wanting for nothing.

Nothing,

except, 

perhaps, 

to know the point of it all.

It came to them suddenly,

the penny dropped

not the apple.

It was pointed up clearly.

In a flash of understanding. 

they saw that

tomorrow could be different 

That one tomorrow 

would certainly

be different.

That human life doesn't go on

without an end.

That it will end

and its ending is unpredictable,

the where and how and when

unknown.

And they knew 

it was impossible to have this knowledge

and remain in paradise.

That it was hell to live with this clarity,

this knowledge, 

theirs, 

for the rest of their lives.