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.