As the Crow Flies

Tadgh Flinter

If only life
Were like the the straight of a ruler
Unwinding, unbending, linear.

Where things happen in order
And events made sense
Almost straight away.

As the crow flies,
Linear, unfaltering
Only going to its destination.

I have argued about this,
Almost endlessly
Night after night as lay awake.

It would be nice
If I could make sense of life
But yet, something troubled me.

If life were as straight
As the crow flies,
I cannot debate with myself as I do now.

I cannot philosophize
Not argue,
Only live life as a ghost going through purgatory.

So maybe it’s a good thing
That I experience life as it is,
And not experience it
As the crow flies.