I met a woman in the coffee shop today —
She wanted for me what she had.
Something to make sense of it all, she said.
She handed me some newsprint
And told me my life was tragic, meaningless,
And that I stood very near an abyss
With a vital decision to make.
Would I join her for some tea?
This morning before dawn the birds
Sang so beautifully it was like
Being on a parental mission to raise a child:
I had a purpose in life made possible
By nature having none.
Outside in the meaningless night
The moon still shone and spoke to me,
“I matter to you, but not you to me.
I neither care nor do not care
That you are or what you will become.
I am ancient, primeval; only your love
When your heart is very young is older than me.
Would you care for some tea?”