Who Knows

Who Knows

by dan ankers

We must be fed

but who knows

We must eat

We must be clothed to live

but who knows

We must gather our resources in the dark against this raging world

but who knows

In the end who knows

We teach our tones to our toddlers

in the key of what we grasp with little hands

but who knows

why the stars collide

and why the ocean meets the land and meets the sky

who knows?

Whereupon; wait

which is the moment

must create

Never having seen a thing before, not a thing. No, not at all!

I must create

Before I must create

but what’s before?

There’s a Door

There’s no key

What humbling destination

Of all creation

What’s the single shimmering Key?

Is it ME?