Thursday, December 13, 2018

House of Cards

Who manufactured these cards of life and death on my table, all strewn about and shuffled by the hands of you, me and every other?

What are the hands with no mind?

I see them face down and I'm afraid to pick them up...sometimes

Actually all the time but I do it anyway because there is no choice but to play

You could fold I suppose

And I have only to realize later I should have played it

It's a funny game with funny rules where the hand that wins today loses tomorrow

We can build houses out of these cards, build some kind of life

It will always be fragile and temporary but it will be pretty to look at

And maybe it will stand long enough for others to see that the number of cards are more important than numbers on the cards

Maybe I've been looking at it all wrong...without a doubt

I'd like to think the maker of these cards never intended for them to be cards at all, but to be thin blocks of time to stack carefully, angularly and high knowing all the while one breath can knock it all down

What I do know if this is to be true is that you are welcome to mine if my stack should fall before yours

Just don't bet on them

Build on them