Why is the world, and why am I?

Why do the seagulls wheel and cry?

Why is the spider’s rainbow gauze?

I really want to know because

to me it seems a waste of sky

to live a while and then to die.

What has the bright sun never seen?

Where has the wild wind never been?

Why is there such a thing as “was” ?

I really want to know because

it’s very hard to live, to die,

and not to know the reason “why?”


Copyright 2015 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot

One of my earliest efforts, oh about, 45 years ago. I just remembered it when reading a poetry blog where someone had written an article entitled “Why?”