Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Why Are You Here?

“Why are you here?”
asks the nurse in cardio
“for Echo,” you say, handing in
your papers. She nods and
shows you in. Why so easy?
Why so biocentric?

Consider everything concentric
spiraling up and beneath
the vault of bone over your brain,
entire creation, earthly events,
space, time, quantum physics…
Just a tiny spectrum of possibilities.

Why are you here?
Observer, actor, co-creator? And
what’s under your mission statement?
Looking in the wrong world, maybe?
Why are you born
if to be torn asunder?

The answer could be Pandora’s box,
but dare you unlock?
Or possibly it might be way deep
in a cavern hidden
inside your humanity
to be opened with the right touch,

empathy, or gravity
pre-existing grace or not
through a redirection of vision,
you echo that hardest question
with the biggest payoff:
“Why am I here?”



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Prompt: pose a question