Saturday Morning Questions

The changing river

And

The changing sky

The unchanging nature

Of the question

Why?

The poems

Which have escaped

My pen

The question of escape?

Simply,

When.

The taste

Of atmosphere

Assemblage of air

Forces the next question

Where?

Sinking into here

Acknowledging now

Growth blooms

On barren branches

Hardly anyone

Asks how

My mind fills

With fractions of you

In a kaliedescopic hue

I'll stop asking questions

If you answer

Who?