wherefore, come my ponderings

 

are others sitting quietly in repose as i am

at two in the a.m., as the cicadas and crickets

entertain my still and silence with their chirps

to the otherwise nocturnal stay of where all

other diurnal life is at sleep and at rest?

 

i ponder upon that which became my day and

what of others became of it, having a day

with moments of joy or was it filled with the

angst of life’s sojourn or, so too, with fear

arising from someone else’s nefarious ways?

 

sometimes i wish, knowing that my wishing

does not affect what may become, that the

kindness of the universal spirit dance with

all our spirits so that this floating experiment

in space could witness the kindness of its being

 

this is what i ponder upon while at my early

morning sleepless cogitative state and so i listen

to Nature’s nocturnal terrestrial sounds with my

window ajar and to the soft play of classical music

of Chopin, Debussy, Segovia, Fellini, Brahms,

and, of course, Mozart, etc…