The Absurds

The Absurds

Soothing serenity and insight are never so nigh
As under autumn’s gloomy drizzle and sombre sky

It was one such morning I meandered,
Wistful and perplex a man;
I could but risk a pry downward
Out the window of my haven

I witnessed a squirrel’s frantic bustle
On a tidy plain of empty left single
No doubt at loss on the desolate field
Bewildered yet, scurrying always;

It looked quite small.

The picture appealed with an air of tragic;
What is it that you seek, humble one?
On and jab the earth then, quick,
Absurd as it may seem at first peek –
Suppose your petite spirit knows no wit.

With a shy blush, trees disrobed to the season’s homage,
The gentle breeze thrust the fated leaves to the ground,
Frost was presaged by the crows’ shrieks from the foliage
As a fresh smell went delicately bearing the rumours around –
And so the world shifted, oblivious to its brethren’s commotion

Is it that the squirrel has lost its eye
And disdained its place;
There are trees to clamber, a few leaps by,
And comrades to chase –

Somehow, it had me wonder;
Nature’s unfathomable.

My contemplation lingered no further
For one’s duty shall be waded through
With a sigh in regard to one’s wander
Gaze cast to the austere volume – anew.

Dreary times are keen to sanction work as well
The diligent mind shall not be left to indulgence;
For there are various matters to one’s ordinance,
That is; and a wishful spirit forever to quell

A few stairs below, just a few rooms further
Were my companions and their merry clamor;
But that would have been rather fruitless a caprice;
Let the forlorn one hunt its inane fortune in peace.

One morning as I meandered,
Wistful and perplex a man,
I could but risk a pry downward
Out the window of my haven.