Broody Ruminant Notions

Why life’s mania to make more life?
Why mania? Why life? Why these thoughts
Asking questions no other lives ask,

Lives that just live and die, determined
To keep living until they have died,
In the midst of so much not alive,

So much that goes on being, changing,
Rotating, burning, not even close
To life? Or what if there is no life

Except in this twilight world of thoughts,
Ourselves not quite alive? That’s not right.
Many creatures split living from dead.

There must be meaningful distinctions
Between living or not, without thoughts.
But we brood, because that’s what we do.