Questions
Questions arise in heart and mind
like waves from a cold unknown.
They crash on our uncertain shores
then draw back
from the washed sands of now -
and crash again.
Questions sparkle in the sunshine,
hold awesome power in storms.
They whisper in the background
among deckchairs
and murmur across distance
and darkness.
Such tumult of the line between
our small known present
and all else
demands respect, stirs fear.
But where would life sparkle
without the splendour
of the waves?