Such Grand Things

There is a chair.

It is ugly. It is metal and black. With chipped paint. With harsh angles. With broken parts and with spindly legs.

And I, there, next to it.

Not really any less ugly but at least with less desire to be.


What a strange idea.

In the vast cosmos of planets and people that there should be such a thing as desire

That there should be such a thing as existence.

And I with my limited knowledge of such grand things as existence cannot help but believe one thing: That because the universe exists, it could not have not existed.

I know my life is not a thing I should take for granted.

But there is no other way to live.


5 thoughts on “Such Grand Things

  1. In the end we really have no choice but to be here.. The scen with that chair is a great one..

  2. Someone once told me that “to be is to want.” I believed her. And I want.

  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Such a thoughtful piece of prose poetry. I enjoyed the philosophy.

  4. This gives me a lot to think about. When I was a child I lay in my bed wondering what would it be like if I ceased to exist..would I even know?

  5. Helen says:

    Has to be one of the best “philosophical” poems … I publish all of my poetry books for family members on Blurb!!

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