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.
