Wearing Only My Questions

I knock on the door of the universe.

Here, this small villa, this table, this pen.

I ask the universe: What? and Why?

Now weakened, I must remake the world,

One grain at a time . . .

I knock on the door of the universe, asking:

What makes the light of the stars?

What makes the heat of my flesh?

What makes the tear shape of rain? . . .

So much I’ve lost,

I have nothing

Except a fierce hunger

To fathom this world.

Naked, I knock on the door,

Wearing only my questions.

- Alan Lightman -

Artist: Maureen L. White, www.urbanpasturesart.com