You ask me to solve for the answer
to the problem of x plus y.
What do you mean the answer?
There is no the answer.
It’s just an illusion of permanence.
By the time I measure y
the x has already changed.
It’s like trying to measure a shadow
cast against a sun lit field
on a day when cumulus puffs float
across a Caspian sky.
Don’t ask me to give you the answer.
when there are millions of answers
and no answer at all,
Don’t ask me to cling to a now that is fleeting;
ask me to embrace the movement.