The Shoulder Shrug

7/15/11

Bklyn NY

12:31 pm

 The Shoulder shrug

“Life is complicated”

She said to me, candidly.

She heaves a sigh

And with her lips tilted,

She shrugs her shoulders.

Its complicated

To say the least

And it doesn’t do it justice.

Not one soul has the slightest clue

On the incomprehensible process

That encompasses it all.

We have only uncovered 

Convoluted and problematical enigmas

By barely scratching its surface.

“Life is complicated,”

She said to me, candidly.

And this child keeps its obscurity on sight.

She answers the unquestionable without a doubt

Of what seems to be a universal symbol,

Of an untroubled reality.

With a willing nod

She told the whole world that she understood

Without destabilizing its complexity

But purely comprehending

That it’s plainly simple.

Just like a shoulder shrug