You have to learn to see beyond what meets
Your mortal eyes to recognize the truth
Behind appearances. The world that greets
Us with a smile is sharp of claw and tooth.
It suffers us to trespass on its turf
As if we own the place; so, in our pride,
We come and go like whitecaps on the surf
And think we rule the ocean that we ride.
And when one of us drowns, we raise a cry
For answers we can cling to or create.
But there is no Because to Life’s cruel Why.
There is no tragedy. It is not fate.
It’s just the Real, appearing suddenly
In what we like to call Reality.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells