Simple

yesterday
everyone laughed at me.
everyone, even he.
because i said,
"all of you must now
look into your soul, your insignificance,
in search for that immortality you desire."
Everyone laughed, even he.
and i cried.
knowing, but not yet able to accept.
They asked me
when i came to their door
if i knew of worldly things,
if i knew of that which was significant.
and i, i thought if i had forgotten,
i could force myself to remember.
not knowing that their world had changed.
Then they asked me
the riddle of the Sphinx.
and laughed at my answer.
They asked me my view of the world
and laughed when i asked which world.
They asked me why i wanted to enter their home
and i answered i must be fool to but i do.
i too want not to be alone.
and they laughed for they knew.
but when they were through asking me
all these trivial questions
and i had finished with my simple answer
of all is but appearances and a matter of mind;
nothing is everything,
They laughed and said that i could enter.
"Simple" as they named me,
"Simple, you may enter our home."
They wanted a continual joke behind their door.
and they laughed while i tried not to cry.
i still thought that just being there
would somehow heal the wounds of being lauaghed at.
not knowing.
yet i should have known
it was all but a state of their mind.
i was entering their home,
and they all laughed at me,
but for a while i put my thoughts aside
to take up theirs.
but that was not what hurt so much;
the family's laughter.
he laughed.
he laughed too. at me.
2 wks. later by their count,
using their devices of inventing time,
they came and asked me
what i thought of the rain
that seemed as if it would not cease.
they wanted to laugh,
to have another joke on me.
Simple they knew would say something simple.
all i answered
having become very tired of their insignificance,
ignorance, and intolerance was
"no more, tomorrow there will be no more.
all of you must now look into your soul, your insignificance,
in search for that immortality you desire."
"Simple" They laughed,
"you are always so funny,
always thinking you know so much more than you do.
don't you understand that we know? only we know?"
and they laughed some more.
but what hurt most
was that he laughed too. at me.
i left.
in tears i would allow them no longer to see,
that would no longer give them an added laugh.
there was no warmth within their house.
the rain would be my new shelter.
simple. was that all i was? simple.
now i could finally laugh.
and cry at their laughter.
i saw the rain
falling ceaselessly about me
and laughed and
laughed and laughed
till i cried.
tomorrow, i thought,
they will laugh no more,
he will laugh no more
finally understanding
simply
that this rain
means no more.
why was i so funny to them?
why did they have to laugh at me?
i had just wanted them to see my thoughts
as i had for so long seen theirs.
but my thoughts were too funny,
too simple for them.
and they laughed at them.
and they laughed at me.
why did they laugh at me?
why did they laugh,
when all the time
the joke was on
them?