Snowy
morning.
Coffee
in hand.
Here I
sit.
Contemplation.
Marveling
at the
nature
of things.
Asking why?
Wondering.
Eternal
questions.
Why anything?
Eternal
endless
questions.
No answers
in sight.
None.
Wondering.
Contemplating
nonetheless.
Realizing,
the Sapiens
mind
can only
know
so much.
Finite
capacity.
Grand
knowledge
vaporous,
beyond its
scope.
Meaning,
understanding
designated
to poetry.
Insufficient
though it
may be.