Ignoring The Storm

 Ignoring The Storm
 
That ambitious feeling,
In the calm before the storm,
Of planning the future:
Unknown substance set to form.
 
Over the horizon
Is a chaos that’s ignored,
Though the clouds and colors
Hint that things will be unmoored.
 
Still, we go on as if
What will come is like what was.
As if the chaos is
The same as what always was.
 
But the conception of
Things being orderly--
The is and the what was--
Is just a simple story.
 
It is the one we tell
Over and over again,
And we make it work out
At least nine times out of ten.
 
We shun or lose those parts
That we can’t manage to fit
Into the narrative:
The ‘firm’ ground on which we sit.
 
Setting substance to form
Is what we as humans do.
We take the abyss, the blob,
And we find ways to make do.
 
We ignore the looming storm,
Overlook what won’t conform,
Because that’s the only way
To make it through every day.