Existence
Robert Edgar

I’m distracted by this pithy tune

Scribbled on a paper scrap

Used a pen without a cap

I sing it when night gets too long.

Imagine that I toss a fist of
Rice and sulfur in a cloud
There we watch as it
Exists, as though by creation kissed.

The slightest things, the shortest life,

Unfocused edge of shadow glanced,

A sweet smell near a maple door,

A star’s reflection on the floor,

In this handful of all things and their

radiance,

How do we sense

The presence

Of existence?

Distracted by this pithy tune
Scribbled on a paper scrap
Used a pen without a cap
I sing it when night gets too long.