why

wintersky

I did not ask the sky this morning when I woke
why.
why the heavy grey clouds
why the threat of rain
after a night of thunderstorms
and heavy wind.
I did not ask.

I did not ask the sparrows gathered in the tree
why.
why singing in the dim light
why flitting from branch to branch
why gathering small pieces to build
and raise young
I did not ask.

I did not ask the fields and trees while I drove
why.
why sprawling and racing to the fence line
why dressing bare soil in shades of green
after the snow left them naked
I did not ask.

Why then do I ask the reflection in the mirror
these same questions
stick my head into a box
and demand answers
why.
~

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