I found it delightful

I read this today and wanted to pass it along - it's a poem by Jay Hopler from his book Green Squall. The form will be a bit off, but oh well. Either he'll never know, he'll forgive me, or I'll get sued.

MEDITATION ON RUIN

It's not the lost lover that brings us to ruin, or the barroom brawl,

or the con game gone bad, or the beating

Taken in the alleyway. But the lost car keys,
The broken shoelace,
The overcharge at the gas pump
Which we broach without comment - these are the things that

eat away at life, these constant vibrations

In the web of the unremarkable.

The death of a father - the death of the mother -
The sudden loss shocks the living flesh alive! But the broken

pair of glasses,

The tear in the trousers,
These begin an ache behind the eyes.
And it's this ache to which we will ourselves
Oblivious. We are oblivious. Then, one morning - there's a

crack in the water glass - we wake to find ourselves undone.