Sometimes I Wonder
looking at world news
I wonder
just who's in charge?
standing on the earth
looking up
I wonder:
those pelicans,
fluffy clouds,
darning needles,
raindrops
where do they come from?
the same questions
I asked as a girl
lying on my back
under a tree
looking up
through brown branches,
green leaves at blue sky
I floated
into them,
became them,
perfectly peaceful
the questions lost
shapes shifted.
now I wonder
what will happen to it all?
