Life Is Poem by Rhonda Trull

Life is…
Sometimes messy and mundane;
Moments that border on the sublime
Followed in swift succession by
Monotony; the tedious treadmill of time
Ticking, ticking, ticking away.
Life moves from climax to anti-climax,
Like Christmas, and then the day after,
When the joy of anticipation
Fades into the realization
That all that remains
Is to pick up the pieces
And pack them away.
Life is impossible to define
By such moments.
To focus on the
Solitary happenstance,
Whether ecstatic or inane,
Is like examining a tapestry
Through a magnifying glass.
Single threads woven together
Compose, but cannot predict
What the whole will be.
Better to step back and see
The completed work,
And finally understand
That life is beautiful.