There’s nothing tidy about our world

though we might wish there were.

Just when things seem

sorted out and in their place,

there’s a shift, sudden or otherwise,

and we begin

once more

to impose order on a disordered world.

It’s not fruitless; it’s just the way of us and things.

What’s fruitless is our demand it not be so.

                                                                                                                      JDG