QUESTIONS

My questions creep slowly

Out of the deep dark corners

Of my learningful living

And the lives of the many before

Tenderly waiting

I savor the beauty of the moment

As suddenly, shells are cracking

Of what once was a body of uncertain knowing

Peaking through,

Like a mother, greeting her young

But let me acknowledge

I might well be the one

breaking out of perception

seeing light for the first time

There's a timelessness and depth

In slowly brewing questions

That is not in calling for answers

But in carefully weaving responses

As the threads of our experiences

Weave a golden nest of future possibilities