COLLAGE POEM: Questions and Answers
Decidedly persnickety creature, a question.
Always darting about like a firefly in a summer night,
a question lighting up every nook and cranny
too full of cheek to be taken seriously
twiddling its spectacles.
Find that answer you’re so proud of, and - poof!
It evaporates into a fog of possibilities.
The thing about answers,
they are dreadfully clever in their own way,
prone to being a tad too self-satisfied.
‘But is that really the right answer?’
There is always something just out of reach,
a question that’s waiting to be asked.
The sort of question you
might only discover when the moon is full
while wandering down an unfamiliar path.
The questions, are what keep us alive.
‘That one! We haven’t asked that yet, have we?’
Bustling through this world and the next,
a trail of footprints in the sand,
a wink in our eye and a chuckle,
a merry game of hide and seek.
In our busy scurrying
no matter how many answers you find
the next question is always ready.
The answers may not be so important after all.
But the asking - that’s where the fun begins.
Very good! Thanks for sharing.
Bob
And sometimes it’s better not to know the answers, as curious as we may be. Nice poem. 🙂🙃