with my short, constellation hair sprawled across the pillow
with well-loved, frayed edges
and think, ‘how did we evolve here’?,
‘what caused this beautiful planet of a molten iron core,
to twirl in such harmonious elemental composition?’
The language of the cosmos is not so easily decipherable in answers,
as much as I would enjoy that.
Given Archaeology, Astrophysics,
we have come closer to answers
but are still in our infancy…
There are yet questions to come we haven’t even thought to ask.
We are meant to contemplate, analyze,
the comets as they streak across our horizons
reminding us that we are ever more than we believe,
Here at night (or rather, in the absence of sunlight)
I wonder too how it is we become so caught in the tangles and lines of our own thoughts..
Is it due to our cerebral capacities?
Are we just on the verge of a breakthrough of cognition?
We have the tools as sentient beings to recognize our own thought tracts
and yet they still seem to sweep us up.
Yet the deer does not think of its appetite as it consumes the flora,
not in the way we must ponder how, why, where, when.
Perhaps we have not yet actualized the neuronal connections necessary to break from the daily adventures of the mind
and must surrender to their rhythms for now.
Or else take up Zen Buddhism and get beaten with wooden sticks
every time the mind leads us down a colorful hill or two.
I, for one, find surrender a much easier concept to bear.
tufted up hair adventurous and unruly,
to wonder at the pulse of the universe as I slip into dreams.