Life is weird

Life is not some water color painting
or a chess game from star trek that is
multi-tiered.
No, that's not what life is, it's harder
than that, it just that life is weird.

It is not like a box of chocolates
shared from the park bench wisdom
we could trust.
It is not like a zodiac wheel of stars
read in the paper on the road to
heaven on a bus.

It is not to be found in the quizzes
found on the Facebook page.
It is not to be learned from an actor
strutting and muttering on the stage.

It is not to be learned from a textbook
lost on a forgotten library shelf.
It is not to be heard in a barbershop chair
debating golf or the path to wealth.

It is hidden inside the secrets held
under the roots of the hanging tree.
It is not to be bargained for in turn
at the crossroads of absent irony.

It is not to be told through a myth
written in the films of youth.
No, my friend, that is not where
you are led to learn this final truth.

It is bled by men and women on
the fields of the living.
It is found being dropped into the
hands of the helpless, in giving.

It is sudden and wretched, wildly
unstable and rude.
It is the music I hear in the laughter
of undefeatable attitude.

It is all this insanity as the world
burns around us, angry red.
It is the fortunate loss, the tears
that come from surviving instead.

It is the understood in the midst of
the madness of the storm.
It is the moment I can grok it
I am my imagination reborn.

It is everything I never hoped for.
It is mostly what I have always feared.
It is like a prayer unanswered, unasked for.
what is more than this, is that life is just-
weird.