The control of one mere thing
Slippery, nothing concrete; one’s own reality
has embraced a state of limbo unwillingly
the ice cream in front of you having come to melt,
you are deemed to endure disappointment and regrets
When controlling the elements is as far as the milky way
when one’s life cannot be an ever changing screenplay
one has to admit that a sense of control would benefit
whoever is sliding down a slope and should be at the summit
It might appear in the way of a laptop desktop, sleek
and clean of any running files; it might appear in the critique
of a beloved reasoning; it might appear in the tidiness
of a bedroom or in the rationing of food to excess
When all is immersed in a cloud of unknowing
just as the dawn fails to break through the thickness
of the morning fog, the knowledge of one’s restlessness
turns the control of one mere thing into blessing
