Experiment

I’m conducting an experiment called Life.  Proving and disproving in equal parts.  I can be impulsive instead of methodical.  I arrange things in proper order trying to please.  I gather materials, read instructions (sometimes followed and sometimes ignored), watch what happens and record what I am able in words.  On the cusp of this day I am struck by the trial and error of this experiment and how random a lot of what comes and goes in life feels. 

Experiment is defined at dictionary.com.
1.  a test, trial, or tentative procedure; an act or operation for the purpose of discovering something unknown or of testing a principle, supposition, etc.
2.  the conducting of such operations, experimentation
3.  (obsolete)  experience

Seriously, doesn’t life feel that way sometimes?  That we are consciously or not conducting a tentative discovery procedure as we gather our resources and move through our days testing theories.  We have certain ideas of how things should or could be and we head in the direction they point, adding and mixing and stirring new ingredients of locations, persons, experience.  Much of what we think is sure may turn out to be no so.  Many reactions we don’t expect come to pass. 

We learn.  We find success doesn’t always mean a good outcome.  Being alone is a blessing sometimes.  A person can love unconditionally.  Being a present parent is a giant pain but totally worth it as an investment in a child.  Chocolate makes most things at least a bit better.  A lot of who dies and who lives is unfair.  Really, all kinds of things are totally unfair and there isn’t much use in wanting life to be fair (I long to disprove this to no avail).

I’d like to know how the experiment turns out, if I am doing the right things.  Conflictingly I am in no hurry to get to the end.

                This Is Just a Test

Tubes percolating, gravity driven floating zygote in novel dark drifting
gifting some lass and lad with life they are not prepared for no matter
what books read or written baby blows the lid off beakers and boobs

Booboos heal and scab and without kneecaps who feels the hard floor
searching for more crumbs dropped, soon scooped and licked, weighed
record whose eye color and seeing size and proper scale of proportion 

Pudgy marshmallow roast middle grade toaster treat kisses, noble gas
devil may care about safety spectacles, beer goggles instead teen time
we lack listening when told by old and bold because we think we know

Better get the whole body figured out, read the right tome while home
with a secret between Danny and Sandy amid songs longing and leather
not a touch too much or too little heat to keep the heaping heart full

Cooking and changing, creating balanced solutions without blowing up
tiny cup of toxic concoction offered by hereditarily engineered science
become light one flowing, growing daily dropper full of faith at a time