The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

 

I overhear the bearded man say to the man of the cloth
what he asked the Disbeliever:
how do you explain You?
And the two of them, conspirators now, chuckle with smug certainty
while a chill wind fans flaming leaves from a nearby woods
into the autumnal park we stand in.

Answers demand questions and science demands religion
and nothing ever ceases, not the chicken, not the egg,
not God and not Galileo.

Nothing is not nothing.

The wind that blows through the hardwoods forces me to believe in Time,
but what is Time?
What is anything but what Is?

What Isn’t, now that’s a bit harder.
An answer is only another question.

The sky never falls, Humpty is the broken egg.

I want to ask my two Believers what answers they never searched for,
What part of This is not them.

But of course they’re not entertaining questions
and Dumpty will never be completely whole again,
not inside this park anyway….

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