children
and philosophers
wonder at the wonder of the world
children
and writers
imagine all the what-ifs
children
and actors
inhabit others’ stories
children
and tinkerers
mess around with physical objects
to see what can be done
i don’t think that it is only one kind of person
or profession that
keeps the “play” alive
from childhood
the key is simply to find a way
to keep your own childhood loves
going and going and going
so you never
lose them
this morning’s
morning pages
are especially randomized
and i don’t know if that’s because
there were none yesterday
or if it’s because i’m still half sleepy-state
or if the vibe has been
stale
these last few days/weeks/maybe a month now
but i cannot
cannot
cannot abide by
poetry that doesn’t make me
wonder
at my own psyche.
sometimes
i wonder…
[that’s it
that’s the poem
i am often wondering
and it could be good
and it could be bad
and it could be neutral
and it could be all-encompassing
and it could be overwhelming
and it could be minute
and it could be obsessive
and it could be passing
but damn near all of the time
i
am
wondering]
kipventures 