Bow Our Heads (POEM)

Let us bow our heads
As we would
Remembering the dead
In the church courtyard
 
Let us pull up our crown
Hands to anjali
To say goodbye
To a singular word
 
Language is as life
Impermanent
Deserving burial grief
May it yet be reborn
 
We are here today
To honor ‘coincidence’
Overused and faded
Explaining away the invisible

​Born like us
At first untarnished
It was ‘alignment magic’
Things ‘occupying the same space’
 
Coincidence became excuse
Diminishing life
Beyond measurable
To outside of science fact
 
Let us bow our heads
Praise be to things
That have been called
Coincidence
 
Let us pull up our crown
Coincidence is not
Spectacular
Ever, random, just is
 
Let us know the word
As the Way of the Universe
That occupying the same space
Is the divine connection


© Matty Adams, 2024