if you're scoring at home

for a moment, or longer
than that, really, it all
made
sense:
the good guys;
the bad guys;
who we were, and
who
they
were;
where we were
and
what we were
trying to do. even
the challenges
and the joys
and disappointments
made some
sense.
no infinity,
but just the
opposite:
finity.
so 2 speak, or
write,
as this case might be.
there would be an
end.
things would
stop.
it all would be over and
we would be
judged or at least
judg-able.
best of all,
the focus was always
on
the
present.
everything was
in
the
moment, and we thought,
or at least did I,
that wouldn’t this be
a
terrific way always to live life.
all truths
unhidden;
all endings ended.
a start.
a finish. a focus.
a meaning.
then, perhaps
to move on to
the next
moment.
but it was an artificial construction, of course.
man-made.
nothing but an exercise perhaps
to engender, or just to teach.
by the way, we won,
2-1
in overtime,
thanks for asking.