interrogatives
by Bruce • January 26, 2021 • Writings • 0 Comments
when i was young,
i would ask why,
until the day came
that i knew why,
i knew clearly why.
and then
i would ask when.
in a short time,
my when became who,
and who,
and who,
for a long,
long time,
filling the minutes,
and hours,
and days,
and weeks,
and months,
until
finally,
as i watched
the years pass
the who
morphed into
a hollow
how.
and then suddenly,
one day,
how turned,
and became
a wailing
why not,
searing and sirened,
a silent scream
as the sun set,
until,
in shadows and tears,
i went back
to asking why.
