Only Guessing

So here you are now,
The same animals
From the same species,

And there’s so many
Of you, too many
To think this mess through,

So you each do what
The rest of you do—
All hungry infants

Growing up guessing
The best thing to do
And fantasizing,

Over and over,
Old scenarios
For what you won’t do—

And meanwhile you talk
And work at friendships,
Try not to panic,

Get ready for bed,
Think about the news
That matters to you,

Whether it matters
Much to those who move
In other circles.

You can’t leave yourself
While watching yourself.
But you can witness

The meandering,
Nearly Brownian
Actions of people,

The same animals
From the same species,
Growing up guessing,

Doing what the rest
Of you do, too small
To think this mess through.