I'll Never Learn. Why should I?

A martini has two olives.
This car will run out of gas.
The neighbors yell out their window.
My cat has studied, cautious eyes.

I could lay down
And close mine.
But where would it get me?

An inverted balance.
A breath lifting up 
Into the Ominous,
Contained by a corner
And a buzzing sense of self.

A vase in the hallway holds
A bouquet of purpose.
Purple, distinctive, purpose
To make me notice
My own, reflecting.

Once in awhile,
This makes sense.
Now and then,
I get it.

But mostly, I roll back under
The surface
And answer the doorbell
When it rings.

4/28/22