Judgement

It is not always a guilt-and-punishment salve to put over what’s been hurting.

It’s also a moment—

a never-ending sentence jotted down as some significant event inside of time as ‘history’ for whoever may still be reading this soon; it’s an

enjambed tomb becoming something even as it refuses to keep anything else alive,

save for its own recycled memory.

But, what’s crazy is this: It wrapped the future into some present for all those involved

and to a lesser degree those not involved at all beyond being gathered with others just like them.

And, this is all because ‘It has been written,’ you know.

It is sometimes these guilts

and often times these punishments,

but it’s never-ever this:

Who wrote these sentences?

Who’s stating these things?

And, find out this: Why?

And, who the hell’s in charge of making history?

And, what should we be saying now

to have our progeny be

where we hoped we’d be by now

but aren’t? It’s all this, too: Pending boughs, hovering in the wind;

Waiting to see where we will all eventually go;

Wondering what the god is thinking;

Wishing we could judge a tree by where it had grown;

And praying for our own particular endings.