Why do mountains run uphill
when down the other sides they spill?
Why do ceilings have to be above us
when many, many stars lie below us?
Why do clouds at times descend to meet us?
Do they think they're too far up to greet us?
Why does Venus in its Transit never stop for us, pray tell?
Is it kindness in its knowing that it is
a living hell?
Why do birds not backwards fly?
Have they no permission from the sky?
Why do some girls look at guys and sigh?
Does it feel that they're about to die?
Why is Luci[e]fer considered to be evil?
Does she not command the light from dying stars to fall within our eyes?
Why is the moon at times such a sliver baby?
Does it need its Mother Blue to tuck it in her nightly bosom?
Why did Pere Falcon stop mid flight?
Are there toll booths in the sky?
Why do trees not hug back when we hug them?
Do they want to leaf us?
Why is the sky at times so solemn, so blue
Is it its fullness which yet
cheers us up?
Why does hail come on so strongly?
Wouldn't a warm hello fall more gently?
Why do the sands of time flow through an hourglass?
Have the deserts decreed that minutes flow too quickly
and days too slowly but hours flow just
Why do we sound our own
trumpets and not those of others
Is it fear that our crumbing Jericho walls of ego may collapse?
Why do those forceful, phallic stratus clouds sweep across the sky
in such graceful dances?
Are they trying to reveal their ethereal feminine sides to us?