Life’s strangeness is not “Why are we here?”
Nor gripping a stone on the beach,
dull and glazed with watery texture,
wondering how what is solid
is so slippery.
The absolutely absurd also
we know it to be life.
Our difficulty is in the trying.
A sign of love exchanged by two –
nervous, afraid, seeking affirmation –
and only hearing the sound of silence,
the pale, fluorescent library light
vaguely recalling the moon.