All That Is

The breeze of a helicopter

Eyes mirroring sadness

My thoughts a flurry

Of synaptic meltdown

To isolate a thought

And enjoy the now

For a half-second longer

In a state of chaos

We are but mere receptors

Struggling to find a meaning

Of it all

The bigger the All becomes

The more laborious the process

And the less makes sense –

A lack of equating

Between perceived and real.

What we are

Is the sum of our reactions

Our life a vector sum

Of the direction and forces

That collectively comprises

All that is.