Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
Moving through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning never occurs
We must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?
Long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
“Where am I going?
Who is this “me”
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?”
It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
Do you get what we’re all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other’s dreams