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?
6
2
7