I did not ask the sky this morning when I woke
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 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 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