SOME THINGS PASSED UNNOTICED
so many little deaths
though so few literal
it strikes us strongly
when this appears
Fred, the fish, goes away
and children grieve
and we feel guilty
knowing it is our fault
so much flows past
uninvolving
we can not touch
the essence of these things
for they are alien
from the center course
of this strange life
and somehow filtered
how odd the things
that mean so much within
have only passing note without
as thought our world
was compartmentalized apart
a foreign context
unable to attune
to the mundane world beyond
no matter how we seek
to make a place
beyond these walls
the gears won't mesh
the measure's off
we are non-standard
a special order
that none can trace
days rush on
and nothing grows
some things die
but are forgotten
in the blur of time
we have nothing
which will not fade
nothing that survives
- Brendan Tripp
07/23/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
