Wonder

I am still occasionally inclined to write poetry. It is usually observational or heady-philosophical in nature. I suppose this piece is no exception.

Wonder

Tossing a stone in a lake creates a ripple

Stretching wide

Until we no longer watch it expand 

But does that ripple stop?

Or is it the start of something too great

Too magnificent

Too much

For us to comprehend?

So much is unknown

So much can still be discovered

But maybe

We aren’t meant to find all the answers

Maybe

We are born

To wonder …