Monday, December 31, 2012

Sometimes I Wonder


   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,
   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
   definition as the cloud
   shapes shifted.
   now I wonder
   what will happen to it all?