In breath. Out breath.
Somewhere in the dark between
the inhale. The exhale.
A humming question mark.
Water droplets
stop, mid-rush,
over canyon and crevasse.
Froth from tumbling,
boiling streams, hangs
as hoary gas.

The earth
and moon pause their circling.
All nature turns its ear,
ceases in its chattering,
to listen and to hear.
And before the hand
has found its place,
before exhalation falls,
The Answer comes.
It comes.
And fills the
void, where once
the question was.

Yes!
Water droplets
keep chasing.
Waves keep churning.
Moon keep circling.
Earth keep turning.
And in time, bear green shoots.
Reach your fingers to the
sun. It can all go on
and on
and on.
For another year has begun.

Painting by Edvard Munch The Sun 1909