sitting in the questions

sitting in the questions
choosing breath instead of rage
against the nature of
the unknown

invisibly caged in clouds of smoke

the space between inhale…
… exhale
eternity in a pause
question if my breath will come again

doubting nature’s laws

clouds of smoke

does the ocean ever question
the flow of its waters
the river

stop until a map appears

within a bottle

does it sit brooding, like I

on the train,

swallowing screams
pleading for answers

throwing my blame
against clouds of smoke


when I want to rage
want to know
gain control
when it won’t come
guessing games

questions lay in

clouds of smoke


nothing to react to
lean against
nuzzle into
swinging at
clouds of smoke

what is left is


Inspired by:

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist

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