This Must

Must I find fine words

to be of value on this earth?

Must I be of light-foot and nimble fingers

for you

to know my worth?

Is there no place

where idle hands and minds can wonder—

meandering

(aim-

less)

through a welter of positions and postures,

not

seeking

(in

vain)

to give reason

to so many mysteries

in such mundane madness,

not

being

closed to

multiple untold tales of mysterious magic.

Must I claim

too-known

in all

of this becoming,

simply,

to be of consequence in this here life?