This is what life does.

This is what life does:

It grows in cracks and hangs on to roots.

Finding a way long after the most logical mind would have quit.

Life isn’t logical but it is crazy stubborn.

 

This is what life does:

It gathers the broken and damaged in it’s eddies

then bumps and grinds them until they are star powder.

The shattered gold that stitches the universe together.

 

This is what life does:

It snores, blustery noises that disturb your sleep.

It groans and farts and isn’t at all ladylike.

But alive, so alive.

 

This is what life does:

In small nonchalant ways, in brutal noises,

In lessons you wish you’d never learned.

It continues.

 

Sandra Hurst        2015