The One Truth
“I see today that everyone on earth wants the answer to the same question but none has the language to ask it.”– Jim Harrison
I want to ask the moon how many lovers she has had for
I know it must be many with her luminous personality.
I want to ask the mockingbird what did you feel when the hawk
stole your innocent fledgling from the woven nest.
As I heard your eerie keen, I cried a tear and wondered
did you feel regret for its horrible death?
I want to ask the stars how they keep on shining
through the dark and dreary times of a soul-less night.
I want to ask my heart why it keeps on loving.
Is the pain that comes with it a vital part of the pleasure,
can there be the treasured one without the dreaded other?
I don’t know the answers or the language in which to ask
so I’ll pour another glass of the one truth, the wine
wasting away the hours as I contemplate the past
and all the questions left unanswered but forever asked.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg