1+1

I always think things add up to more.
That these seven things add up to good
And those four add up to bad
I always think I know what the future will bring,
How many eggs I will have in my basket, and sometimes that number makes me happy
And sometimes I am disappointed
Which is silly, because I don't have any eggs at all right now
Or even a goddamned basket to put them in.
All I have is this.
Here.
Now.
All I have is one.
One chance, one moment that
If I breathe it in
Roll it around on my tongue,
Drink it's full flavor in
Then someday when I get around to counting all the things that have been
Rather than the ones that could be
Then I'll realize that even that doesn't matter
That none of it adds up to
Any more than
1+1.