Nothing to It

Was it good for you?  

Back before, when we looked at things that way.  

When it wasn't what it was.

When I saw what I saw,

and you saw what you saw,

neither of us seeing clearly.

Are you excited? You often asked me that,

and I wanted to say yes,

wondering, always, what

was the big deal.

That's bad, I'd think.  This hesitation

to jump for joy, to anticipate with glee.

But then, apprehension always came easier.

Time was, good things seemed obvious --

bad things even more so.

Laughter the reward, crying the price.

Lessons came from the school of hard knocks.

Happiness?  It fell upon one,

manna from heaven.

What did we know then?

Everything.

Unlike now -- this new Now,

this nothing.

It's all good, you say,

nothing is all good.

But goodness cannot stand alone.

It is what it is, you say --

But what do you know?

Nothing.

Everything out there 

is nothing to us.