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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