perplexity

The monster arrives,
again,
and asks: what are you
going to do with
your life and the
answer
is
gone away, again,
now,
even though
it
seemed
closer for a
moment
or
two.
He does this,
the monster, and has
perfected
the
timing,
because
he arrives when he should
be gone and he goes
just when you think
he
never
will, which is
a good
thing, but
unsettling because he knows you
know that things
are never
if ever
actually settled.
And so a friend
says,
“There is no
clarity, if
that’s what you seek,
because
life has no clarity, just
windows that
open, every now and then
to let in more
light,” and you
want to
argue, with her,
too,
because who does
she think she is, but
you have a
sense
that
she
might
be
on to something –
that’s “on to,” not
“onto,” if you’re grading
at home,
which
we all do,
right? Or is it
just me?