Frank Prem

way poem #06: perhaps by questions

he stood at the end
of the concrete path
just below
the washing line

 

raised his head
and shouted out
into the blue
his name

 

I am …

 

I am …

 

he yelled it at the sky

 

shouted through
the clouds
into beyond
and then a little bit further
a little bit more

 

his name came back
reflected in the sunlight
diffused among the new green
leaves of the trees

 

his name came back
magnified
by the action of light
diffuse daylight

 

who
do you think you are

 

profound
deep question

 

who do you think
you are

 

he fell
knees to the ground

 

I don’t know

 

I don’t know I don’t know

 

I am just a question
I’ve asked answer of the breeze

 

do you know
do you know

 

but the breeze
has gone
and the day is done
and the light fades dark
and the sun bids goodbye
and tomorrow beckons
with answers
to the

 

why

 

why
I don’t know
but my task lies
in questions

 

and I will ask the sun
I will ask the stars

 

I will ask …

 

perhaps forever
but I will ask

 

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