I used to hope

that there would be a day,
some day
in the indefinable future,
when everything would be
explained, and the whole
tapestry would be
unwoven, the paths of
its interlacing
and interconnected
strands revealed in
all the simplicity that
only looked complex
to my unaccustomed eyes.
Every secret would be
revealed,
every private mystery
would be resolved,
every wound would be
healed,
everyone would be whole,
and everything would
finally
make sense.
I now hope
that we can figure out
a way for us to get
the yard in shape
before we get too old
to take care of it
ourselves.