Untitled - April 4, 2001

A depth charge is dropped
every once in a while,
exploding in the cold murkiness -
a silent rebound 
into nothingness.

Every once in a while,
a bomb is thrown
into the middle of nowhere,
and all you feel
is the ground shaking.

Every once in a while,
I'm told that life is worth living,
but that too,
falls on deaf ears.

Every once in a while,
I remember to check myself,
to see, if I too,
am living.