The History of Being

There is a tree before me and blades of grass

Spread out like the countless many before them.

I such as they have a long history of beginnings

And endings. Imagine everything waiting in the

Wings to take their place in the cycle of life and

Death. My thoughts are nothing new, there is

Nothing revelatory I can say to you. The words

And thoughts I choose to employ today which

I lay out on this page are not unlike the trees

And blades of grass you notice in your own

Backyard. They come and go; they crave the

Sun and rain to grow. Even before the infant

Today finds its first word to say, everything

Imaginable has been; everything is waiting to

Become again. The tree and grass spread out

Before and after tell me so. But then, I’m telling

Nothing new, merely posing this reminder to you.

Chris Hanch 6-22-17