Saturday, December 16, 2017

Sometimes, a Wondering

A fisherman in Sumatra asks a question, and
half a world away someone is allowed to live
yet another day. The cattle drive of a Massai
tribesman in Kenya never enters the mind as

we prepare for work in the morning. A crop
of winter wheat is on the verge of breaking
the surface on a farm 30-miles south of Salina.
We go through our entire lives befuddled by

so much intrigue and mystery, the unanswerable,
the unseen. And we are told to keep the faith, to
fall on our knees and pray. Still the thought arrives
at bedtime, was this some cosmic experiment

gone awry, or nothing but one huge cataclysmic
mistake? Then again, it could be such a simple
thing—all our misgivings clinging to the wingtips
of migrating Canada Geese. Perhaps there is this

revelation of an enigma lying deep beneath the
Aegean Sea, some monolithic answering of our
questioning: Why me? Why the stars at night?
Fear not, dear friend, you are not alone. Wracking

the mind of Neanderthal in his time, yes, even he
must have been numb-struck with wonderings
such as these.


Chris Hanch 12-16-17

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