By Thomas Page
Let’s start at the beginning
Because that is where all things make sense.
Everything has an origin
When looked at by a human eye
Searching for meaning in the start.
It’s where we feel most comfortable
Because the beginning suggests an end—
An end that we know to be true,
To be tested,
To be retold.
We like the beginning because all of the stress has been wrung out.
We like the beginning because it has all of the tears dried out.
We like the beginning because it has all of the messy bits sorted out.
However, we know that the beginning has none of these
If we are truly at the beginning
Because the beginning is noxious to us.
A Greek writer, I believe, said that the future was behind us
Because our past was ahead of us;
Looking back in some mood that we did not recognize at the beginning–
A mood distinctly not human.
We want the once-upon-a-times
We want in-1492-columbus-sailed-the-ocean-blues
We want we-the-peoples
We want the beginnings well made,
Not because it suggests something great about knowing
But that we know something happened
That began certain—
Certain that we can cast the end in harmony with the beginning.
A neat little bow on the story
That we know to be true
Despite having a beginning
That did not know its end.