For All We Know

This is a schoolroom and we’re here to learn

Some say forever is too long among the shards of human life, and opt to sail to the stars,

early.

But each moment deep in the thicket – this place we call home – is a teaching space.

Lessons left unlearned come around again,

perhaps,

for all we know.

I sat in class deaf to the message,

once – at least –

And it returned with a wallop: Louder and larger.

For all we know this moment is profound,

Yet,

an illusion on a stage, (or an alien screen) set to repeat until we listen with our hearts.

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