Tuesday, June 1, 2021

The Ground Just Moves with Mice

You make up your own
If-then all the time.
The ifs are too hard.
Few folks can deal well
With ifs in their lives.

You play chess with God,
What you might call God,
Who plays Go with you,
Or some joke like that.
The point is it’s hard,

And just when you get
A good plan for one
If-then you thought up,
That if up and flies.
Your trap has no bird.

All you’ve got is trap,
For an if that flew
And won’t come back, then.
What do you do then?
Make up a new if,

Bait your trap with it.
If the right if lands,
You’ll spring it. You’re set.
And if not, what then?
You shrug. If-not-then?