Why?
Why?...
Side by side on this withering path
the answers hunker down.
Behind a cereal box on grocer's shelf,
or in hermit's cave
on a battered island
out of view
from headland's scrutiny.
Hide and seek the chosen discipline
as solutions mock
but happier now with mystery than before...
I am not provoked to chase and grasp.
Side by side on this withering path
the answers peek and call
yet smugness now must dissipate
like morning mist
from scree filled hills
and supermarket aisles
for I have caught the flash of glorious thigh
and...
though sadly battle scarred
I know...
the game is on again.
