oxygen water and food or is that all
to make us living beings
I look into the skies often and question
the reasons we have
desires
and fascinations with fireworks
enjoy so much the arts
sigh when seeing a Monet
cry when listening to a sonata
make connections with a poem
strive so hard to describe creation
like comedies watch tragedies
make stories up
like Santa
have holidays and count our
time here
religions believe in more,
is the calendar
the clock
the heartbeat more
than  breathing
drinking
eating?