and like my friend Rick, I'm always thinking up more questions than I am answers. I kinda think it makes me appreciate my world more. Love it more for the small wonders that my brain can never seem to wrap itself around completely, which leaves me in complete awe of how much I'll never really know.
A World in My Pocket
Often times, I wonder at the notions we carry,
the things we think we know
and the things we couldn't possibly
have time enough to find all the answers for.
It makes me ask things like..
Does the grass know we walk on it?
Does it care? Should we?
Does water have a soul,
wrapped around me in its cleansing warmth?
Does it know that it caresses my hurts,
did it choose to or am I using it for my own purpose?
Ah, and then really,
is the Universe outside the earth darkened
because we're tucked into the pocket of God,
surrounded by all that he or she might think to carry?
Or is the marble in my hands a world
all its own, with its own version
of humanity hidden in its insides?
And what then does that make me?
Does the wind know we can't see it,
As it wraps its arms around us in a gentle
spring breeze or whips us
with its wrath when angry?
Of course the wind knows its angry, right?
or is it me and my moods on any given day,
am I lending it my feelings and stuffing it
with thoughts so that it might have a soul?
Could I ever really know? Beautiful isn't it?
All these wonderful questions that the world
in our pocket holds.