Wonderment

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 23, 2021 

Wonderment.
What’s
going on?
Why
anything?
Limited
capabilities.
What’s the
point?
Why bother?
Wonderment.
Wonderment
with the
unknowns.
All around
infinite
unknowns.
Looking
out.
Reaching
up.
Infinity
all around.
Unknowns
all around.
Every
direction.
Shear
wonderment.
What to
do with
micro time.
A micro
time
called
life?
What
to say?
What
to do?
Sing.
Dance.
Paint.
Write.
Create.
All, in
an ode
to a
gift
called
wonderment.

 

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