Sunday, April 3, 2011


Randomness sometimes will snap into pattern
   And everything that’s mindless will achieve
The rough perfection of the rings of Saturn
   When all Life’s threads are footnotes to the weave.
The world did that to me when I met you.
   That was the afternoon Infinity
Declared: “This woman is the final clue
   Life’s mystery’s been missing.  QED.”
You are the solve for all my nagging doubts--
   The contact lens that sharpens my blurred sight;
The rain that ends my apathetic droughts;
   The ink that makes my empty ballpoint write:
      The centerpiece that makes the puzzle whole
      And gives my lifeless husk a living soul.

Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells

1 comment:

Horvendile said...

Life. Don't talk to me about life.