I Wonder
in memory of Dad
Is it the trees that make the wind? When they shake and quiver, so moves the air I seek to understand, to know what is there How is it that all this works? I wonder Are there aliens among us? Star-stuff is what I’m made of; so are you I want to know what is possible; what could be true Could it be there is more than I know? I wonder Mother may I achieve my dreams? Healer, teacher, seeker are some ways to be Curiosity, experimentation, and play are for me What is it that the future holds? I wonder What is it like to die? Some are calm, others panic; yet everyone succumbs I hope I’ll die well, when my time comes Will it be that way for me? I wonder What is it like to be you? You have different experiences; we’re so far apart I’d like to know what is in your heart Do you ever consider how I feel? I wonder Why does it work this way? It seems so neatly arranged, so well quartered Or so vast that by random chance it all feels ordered Can I feel calm without knowing? I wonder
