RACING

My mind is racing blind,

yet seeing world thru echo location.

Synapses perceive reality from experience.

There is wonder in how being and living are related.

The question intrudes:  Is sleep a death of being

or a temporal suspension of life ?

I ponder waking up as a revival or resurrection.        

I churn thinking about the corporal

because I can’t imagine this race ending.

Even in finite laps, I postulate

my uniqueness, willing to wheel on,

 silly hopes trumping reality.

 Very learned people say matter is never destroyed, only mutated.

So, will  I become part of a greater?

I don’t remember being for my first four years of life.

I weigh this between  memory loss or just life before being.

I am vested in the intrigue, 

But my race suspends in a pit stop.

Even the eternal will pause for a warm tuna melt and iced tea.

-Jerry Wendt 2014