I want all the answers, I want to hold them in my hands,
And fit them firmly to their mysteries that are strewn through all the lands.
No more questions floating alone through the atmosphere,
And the quiet dread that things would always be so unclear.
It’s time to make peace with what questions remain,
Let them float across the sky with out asking them to explain.
For why should a question be answered when it’s happy to be all alone?
And any day now these questions above us may be blown off in a cyclone.
One Poem Every Day
Yesterdays poem: No. 150 “Where I’d Rather Be” – 25/4/16 (opens in new tab ☺)