Winter Afternoon (Res Mirabile)

There is something I need to understand –

all day I have felt the weight of wanting

as I walked through the snow,

drank tea,

tried to rest –

seeking that larger truth

that hides within itself

smaller truths – .

Why do we live?

Why do we die?

why do cats like to hide in bags?

Why did the delivery man

leave my package on the steps?

My cat purrs,

the furnace hums in tune,

my crochet hook weaves questions

through and through.

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