a whole host of bafflements: the negligence of privilege

There are poets who are resigned to not being able to save the world, who barely have enough time to catch up with themselves and the attendant mystery of their fear and being.
“On Fear,” Mary Ruefle

a whole host of bafflements
awaits us on this planet
just by being human

our too big brains
heavier than gravity
anchor us to this earth

though we don’t know what to do
with all the time we have created
for we the few but not the others

—P.L. Thomas