behind the occasion
lies mystery’s residence
its curtains tightly drawn
its doors securely bolted
no one answers the bell
here where Question

A doorstep
makes a fine milkstool
for the inquisitive mind
awaiting Question’s return
Pondering’s not easy work
certainly far harder than
simply slipping off to
an occasion

covers the tracks
of the hare in the forest
tracks we could never tail
tho we had four furry feet
Sit still awhile in silence!
Hares will return
in due time

“‘What happened’ often pales when I can ponder
how something happened — and to whom.”
                                               ~ Claudia Emerson


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Pondering

  1. I think, therefore I am


  2. He who has patience shall always prevail :)


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