I walked
into view but couldn’t
decide when or where
I wanted to blend silently into
the sky.
No one
knows the answers
to the questions everyone asks
when their thoughts are fleeting in search
of answers.
Windows
open widely
into the infinite
only when the right questions
are asked.
I know
things I don’t know
when my thoughts take flight
and circle ominously in
the sky.
I caress
the night sky
with silent tears, while the moon
sleeps silently in the shadows of now and
forever.
I seem
to know secrets
kept from my elders
while traversing the innocence of
childhood.
—
*Cinquain (in verse) refers to a five-line stanza. There are several forms inspired by Haiku and Tanka. {Note paraphrased from Wikipedia.}
