QUESTION THE UNIVERSE

THE LOW WALL

Choked up sitting on a low wall

wondering why—not a specific why,

only why?

A beginning of a question the cosmos

must know the end of. For I do not.

I expect no answer,

for there is none

to be found in the tangled ball of yarn,

most easily dealt with by fire

and a few bucks to buy a new one.

So many folks looking for something,

half asking for this and half rejecting it.

I remember there is no unity with impunity

when it comes to values, either you ask why—

or you disregard the word to move along unknowing what—

is choking you up.

© M Durfee

6.12.2014