This column features Tripod Poems, poetic micro essays inspired by three randomly chosen words. These words become the title of the piece, are contained within the piece and are developed into observations on life in the Southwest and beyond. The monthly Sunday Brunch will be taking a summer break. It will return in September.
Evident – Audition – Plateau
The purpose of life
is not precisely evident.
Why am I here?
A common enough question.
Why am I here, specifically
in this place, this time,
this particular existence?
An even deeper,
perplexing quandary.
Is life a type of audition,
a trying out for a larger role,
for a promotion to a more
advanced plateau?
Or is the meaning
found exclusively
in the immediate,
in the moment
we are experiencing?
I don’t know,
but I believe the answer
lies in loving life
in each peculiar facet,
more and more,
inclusive of all suffering,
and of every joy,
in all of our confusion,
error and success.
I believe life is both
the audition
and the show.
How we handle
daily situations
creates the nature
of our next adventure
in understanding
a more holistic
consciousness,
always in service
of honoring
all that is.
Photo credit: “In My Mother’s Vase,” Oil Pastel, Eve West Bessier, 2024
