On What to Do Next

Is there no end, no end to the nothing,
Even a nothing that brims with somethings?
Trivial day-to-day acts of frustration,
Place-holders, routines in lieu of crescendos!
In tense apprehensive anticipation
We toe-tap and drum and frazzle our brains,
Tick-tock and talk away qualm after qualm.
What next? What next?
Another birthday, another eclipse,
A comet, a curse, and a random shooting;

On What to Do Next