It’s raining – and I’m thinking 
about how God
(in whom I don’t even believe)
apparently has some sort of 
problem
with people named ‘Kennedy’

There are moments -
Hidden, repressed moments 
I’ve spent a lifetime looking 
away from,
Ignoring,
Pretending they don’t exist 
anymore,
Pretending they never existed –
Moments when the thought 
"what’s it all for, anyway?"
intrudes into consciousness 
just enough
to make feel a little bit 
      sick.

-- "what’s it all for?" –-
But this presumes a teleological perspective
And(
to dig down beneath our notions 
and wants and ideas and hopes)
"what’s it all for"
needs a for to be for
otherwise it’s for nothing.

What I think I know is
Not only do we have to find the answers
(to our own questions)
we have to be the answers
(to our own questions)
otherwise it’s for nothing
(and then where does that leave us?)