Hubble telescope photo.‘Existence’ by David Paul Behrens The Society July 18, 2020 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments It’s easier to not exist And yet existence does persist. Although I cannot fathom why, I cannot rest unless I try. To wonder why or how or when, Such is the way it’s always been. As we orbit upon this ball, It seems odd to exist at all. After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Leo Zoutewelle July 18, 2020 Your poem is light-hearted and clever as well as deeply thoughtful, David, thank you, I liked it. Reply David Paul Behrens July 18, 2020 Thank you, Leo. Reply David Paul Behrens July 18, 2020 Here is another poem which relates to the Hubble telescope photo above: Washington Square Park Take a walk in the park Long after it gets dark. See people left and right In the glow of a light. With shadows on the street Of fellows whom we meet, Humanity comes alive In those who do survive. Noise of the city hums As the writers and bums Discuss the human race While flying through space. Hoist the bottle higher As we stand ’round the fire In the park, in the night, The universe in sight. David Paul Behrens Reply C.B. Anderson July 19, 2020 Strangely, David, the last time I was in Washington Square Park I saw no bottles being raised, but I was offered (for a price) some very aromatic hashish. Yes, the dude accosted me and held the stuff right under my nose. This was probably about fifteen years ago Reply C.B. Anderson July 19, 2020 By the way, David, I liked where your poem went. Existence is indeed one of the great mysteries. Peter Hartley July 21, 2020 David – very amusing, very short but with a good kick to it. It reminds me strongly of yesterday, upon the stair, meeting a gentleman who wasn’t there, who wasn’t there again today. `Written, I note, by one of your compatriots though I’ve not heard of him. The subject matter of yours was better. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.