Sunday, May 23, 2010

Poem #23

Day by day we encounter
The puzzles of time and existence
The original answers are lost
Somewhere we grew careless
We lie awake and staring
In the silent womb of the night
Hoping that these long lost answers
Will present themselves boldly or quietly
It doesn't matter how...
But in the end
Each of us -
Ultimately alone
- Learns to supply our own answers
Or to accept the unanswerable


Tara said...

"in the silent womb of the night"

That's a great description!

secret agent woman said...

That can be peaceful or melancholy, depending on how you are feeling about it at the moment.

laura b. said...

Tara: Thank you. Sometimes words work out the way you wish they would!

Secret: Yes, exactly. And for me, that can change from one moment to the next.