Others may know what I do notÂ
the habits of birds in October
the whereabouts of crickets
the comings and goings of the moon
even the patterns of the stars.
But I am content to leave the mysteries
along with my small imaginingsÂ
of the whys and wherefores
my forever untested theories and
unanswered questions all lying loose
on the floor of my brain’s playroom
to be picked up and fiddled with
now and again for the sake andÂ
safekeeping of wonder.
