Every man, of every time
feels he is at the cusp.
He is not wrong.
Man was made to build, create, rejoice.
All the work of now-gone times
seems to have led to this.
It’s everywhere,
If you read the old things.
But.
If you read the oldest things,
those from the heart of it all,
They draw you back.
The center turns, and you must always fall.
The center isn’t what you thought,
viewed from your two firm feet.
It’s beautiful.
For here, gazing up,
things are real, and good, and true.
All is full of labor; there’s
no new thing under the sun.
He was not wrong.
Man was made to build, create, rejoice.
