I don't know

"What is existentialism?"

I ask my friend and he tries to give me an answer.

I have asked before. I will ask again.

But my brain will just not wrap around it

My mind chooses not to see its simplicity.

I read Camus. I read Faulkner. I read and read and read.

And everyone else's thoughts whirl around me like leaves caught up in the eddy at the foot of bell tower

While the bell tolls, and the sun glints, and I am distracted,

Birds sing and dogs bark, trees grow and brooks gurgle as they run downstream.

Babies cry and lovers love and life moves inexorably on

While I stand gawking and finally shut my eyes and hold my hands over my ears

But still I don't know.

There are so many things I don't know

Thank goodness they happen anyway.