How are you?
There’s a question we ask each other a lot
Answering glibly that we’re fine or good
When really we’re troubled and stressed out
Tense and preoccupied
With nagging injuries that cause us pain
Enthralled to Chronos until transcendence springs us free
Terminally human and trapped inside our skin
And that’s not even answering the how of us
How do these elemental particles charged with creation’s divinity
Hold together in the constant becoming of self
What are the cosmic answers to philosophical mysteries of being
And how are we are in relation to what baseline of normalcy
So the next time you see me
Don’t ask me the usual
Unless you want to leap into a Proustean torrent of immediacy
Deconstructing three little words into a philosophical search for the meaning of life
Trending back to the moment when time began
And the clock started to run out
That’s just how I am
David Trudel © 2013
