• Lorraine Johnson

[115] But Why

There is a depth that keeps us close

and ever far without approach

It wanders across worn cobblestones,

cold concrete and windswept paths

that take us somewhere,

and nowhere fast

It climbs the stairs,

It jumps the bridge

It fills the river

then shows its spine

It brings vision to paper, walls

and bright screens soon to dim

and shares images from spaces

—naked without walls


The eyes of young ones stare

looking for direction

from those who care

as the owl hoots a distant cry,

flocks join and take off in flight

rabbits burrow in the earth

as ants march on and on

and thousands ask

—but why?