Greys, Part I

Greys, Part I These things I ask, uncomprehending: How is it we all come to be together, In this particular place and time? Also: How is it this world, with its teeming billions, Holding itself together with threads of love, hope and fear, Goes on existing as a multitude of intimate strangers, Though few reach for any deeper understanding Beyond the casual nod, the indifferent glance? To these there seems to be no answer, For when I seek one through the doors of my mind, I see only fields of unrelenting grey. Grey, the rainsky color. Nor black nor white A muddled marriage of dark and light, The blurring color: The chosen shade of doubt. Many things are grey As grey is many things Grey the time between sleeping and waking, Grey the slow day hours of lonely lives Morality a grey word For grey is forever uncertain Down all the long channels of cherished belief Run currents of grey, The color of doubt.