I wish to be relevant. I do not want my ashes In the dustbin of history. It is a terrifying thought. To be invisible, To be irrelevant, Unable to add To the human enterprise. In the midst of a pandemic, This consuming hunger And accompanying fear Is exposed. As I shelter at home And avoid the world, I feel less able to add To the human existence. The existential crisis grows. My insignificance is clear. I have no ground to stand on And I disappear. Then, out of the ashes Something new is reborn. With a new relevancy The relevancy of being. Nothing to do, Nothing to be, No more, No less.