"It"

As an infant I awoke

and I cried but, did not

know why? Hunger,

I suppose, a full diaper,

discomfort, could be?

Time and place had

no meaning to me.

No wonder, there

were no words or

memories yet to

describe what “it”

was, what “it”

could possibly be.

I was what I could

not see, not yet

formed into my

own universal reality.

And now at age 75,

nearing the end of life,

“it” was me, the “it”

I came to be, all

those words and

memories I learned

over time. “It” I

have come to learn

must come to an end

for you, for me, for

all that ever was, all

that shall ever come

to be. There will be

no “its” in eternity,

no peace, pain, no

turmoil or serenity.

Just as in the

beginning, no words

or memories to describe.

No sunrise to

open the eyes, and no

“it” to wonder, why?

              -30-

Chris Hanch 9-12-22