Like nailing pudding to a wall
Or grasping oil with your right hand
Or trying to staple Jell-O,
Understanding the mystery of…
Like running in water
Or why men wear purple Speedos.
And really, why is “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” a Christmas song?
Understanding the incomparable joy of…
Why do we do it?
Why do we put ourselves through this delightful torture?
We have money, status,friends, and iReeses Peanut Butter Cups
(I am going to figure out how to download those bad boys right to my mouth!)
Yet, the one thing we all desire
The one thing we all want at the core of our souls,
The one thing that bursts from our every essence
No tangible shape or form.
It cannot be bought, sold, or processed.
Countless poems are written about it.
A google’s worth of songs are sung about it.
All we want
All we crave
All we spankin’ need is…
[Poem #4 of 30. Image by h.koppdelaney via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]