Existence,” Matt Chappel

Matt Chappel

There’s something about the stars I just can’t seem to say or see, Or so it is in these lives of ours, But still the wonder burns in me,

Out walking, haunted by the night With mind and heart on stars above— The hand that scattered the seeds of light Who’s said to give and take in love.

At times I sense a disarray Between the lines—no order found To make heads of the Milky Way. At other times I see it bound

By laws unknown, or only known By God (or only-God-knows-who) And who will cast the final stone To strike a balance in the two.

‘Cause if this seems to me unwhole, I know that there’s a different sense Of chaos linked in with control Like split rails that link up a fence—

I brace myself against the bars Just after I look up and round And lose my balance in the stars And pick myself up off the ground.

Whenever I have gone to sky For answers to the universe, I end up at the question why And always come back to the earth.