There's a question
and what it wants to know,
your name and nomenclature
Are you weighty
have you settled down ?
Pure inquisiveness
Have you a jam jar of wild nettles
or wild thyme,
and have you cherished your loved ones
Someone's waiting to be heard
and to be answered evermore
like a carder of wool
combed for truth
ruminating on my hill
ever aware of the possibilities
Categories:
carder, anxiety,
Form: Free verse