I don’t understand
and I’m not sure I ever will.
Time is short;
too short
for the curious.
It doesn’t end here,
or so the stories go,
but it doesn’t seem like
we get to hang around.
Wondering why
is sometimes
like trying to live
breathless.
There’s no point to deny
all of these
unanswered questions.
Will pursuing all of the answers
culminate in an afterlife,
or are we better off
accepting fate
and enjoying our time?
Revelations
shine a light
into the future,
into our souls.
The work and wonder
bear fruit
that feeds us as we grow.
Is it our fate to wander
in the universe?
I wonder,
but I don’t know
and maybe that’s the point.
Try to think thoughts
that are bigger than,
thoughts that are bigger than
you.
As we climb
into the sky,
eventually we lose altitude.
Out of our atmosphere;
into the black,
out of the blue.
There is more mystery
than one life time
can put a mind to.
Is it worthy to wonder,
or do we just make do,
with the time that we have;
one brilliant interlude.
Nursing our souls
for the next
leg of our journey.
Do we seek
to know more
than we do?
I don’t have
all or any
of the answers
and I’m not all that sure
that I want to.
HG – 2018
