Course Incompletion

There are moments you wake up
And notice all your neighbors,
The human and non-human,

Bustling or sleeping, busy
Getting on with still living,
The old couple gone indoors,

The loner in his garden,
The birds singing over him,
And you ask yourself again,

For the thousandth or so time,
What are we all doing all
This for? Immediately

The same answer as before—
To keep doing it, of course.