Cogito

Wars, disasters, depression
and toothaches come and are gone.
They grab hold of my attention only for as long
as they are shown on TV.

Death and God,
life and death,
God and life:
questions that are, were; have been
alive in my mind,
since what the Bard calls our third act.

Creation ex nihilo, the primum mobile, the One,
All-father or mother, are more intellectual,
less immediate, less emotional for me.
Death and life and body’s immortality:
my body, that is, immediate and
emotionally charged to the tip.

“No man is an island”, I know. Memento mori,
has been a long-standing central theme for me.
Science can’t make us immortal, not yet,
the desire and the hope against knowledge, remain.
I’ve accepted to agnostically suspend
the verdict on His existence only to please
the rational me. “There’s no God”,
claims the emotional, irrational one, and the trick
Pascal played doesn’t help.