A Simple Explanation Poem by Daniel Brick

What starts the whole thing moving?
The flap of as wing or the first trill;
a flash of light that made you believe
in living; the pure taste of spring water -
Oh, really, any of these things will work,
but who can say which one because so many
happen at once? Still, as a frequent prisoner
of indolence, let me add one more: a deed
of charity, which can be as big as you wish.
But if it involves a child, make it clear
and warm in her mind... I forgot
to switch the topic to the maintenance
of things. No matter, we'll consider beginning
and continuation as one big process. But time
is mocking me: it is slipping away. And I must
consider myself in these matters, not in a selfish
way, not even in a privileged way. I know I belong
to a family and will never just be an afterthought.
Well, that's how it began, continues, and disappears.
Is that clear to everyone? If not, we'll do it again.
Tomorrow, perhaps. Okay? Okay!