WHY

But why

Sometimes I wonder

The suffering, the anguish

The pain, the hardship

Why does it all have to be?

Why?

The misery, the poverty

The children, their bellies distended

Feet bare and eyes protruding

Why?

The mushroom clouds

The bellowing rocks

The belching chimneys

And there are the trembling grounds

And the rising waters

Why?

Mothers snatch up their babies

They flee before the invasion

Shouting to the older ones to run

As fast as their legs can carry them

But not all make it

Children separated from mothers

And wives from husbands

Why?

HAPPINESS

I look into the world

The whole wide world

And I wonder

I wonder what makes them happy

For some it’s the sight of crisp notes

For some it’s the stick

For some it’s the needle

For some it’s finely processed sound

For some it’s a walk through the woods

For some it’s running with the air in their face

For some it’s the green bottle

For some it’s finely prepared dish

For some it’s playing the candy man

For some it’s putting the metal to the pedal              

For some it’s a walk along the shore with the surf beating gently at their feet

For some it’s putting the sphere into the back of the mouth of the lipless post defended only by a mobile tooth

And then it’s my turn

What makes me happy?

None of the above

Hardly anything

At least, not these days

LOVE

Can there be enough?

For two, that is

Equally shared

Not tending towards one

Or towards the other        

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HUNGER

            

Glancing now and again
Towards the door
Hoping and praying 
That soon the door will open
That they might have relief
From the hunger
That gnaws from within

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