Cleaved

On the day you meet new neighbors,
Someone you know a little bit
Sees someone she knows a bit more

Fall off of a building and die.
You read about it from someone
You know a little bit who sends

You an email, to let you know.
Now the events are juxtaposed—
The day of happy new neighbors

And of someone who fell and died.
As you sit contemplating this
Beside your ordinary lamp,

An ordinary lozenge moon
Reflecting in the clouds outside,
Something radiates in your skull.

The nodes of all such connections,
All those juxtaposed accidents
Of cheerful meetings, sudden deaths,

Are simultaneously knots
Tying together, cinching nets,
And splits in infinite regress.