So much fuss over existence
Over what stuff is something is
Silliness over isness and beingitude
Fixed upon substance to the neglect of configuration
What is an event a situation
A love affair
An accident and somebody gets hurt

Winter comes
Customary activity seemingly deleted
The same bugs and birds and beasts are there
Maybe only just a few miles off
The same roots the same branches
The same biochemical relations
In the ecosystem’s metabolism

A wave comes
Engendered by wind in the middle of the ocean
Dynamic concept protean phenomenon
Riding above the unknown depths
To curl tip and break on the white ribbon of sand
That stretches the length of the peninsula
Where they used to race cars in summertime