by: Rebecca Taylor

Answers are out there somewhere

Floating in the crisp spring air

Or maybe on a cruise ship in the ocean

We don’t know where to find them

And sometimes they peer at us for the longest time

Strangers going by bring them

Magazines in waiting rooms have them splashed in headlines

We look to the clouds and the stars hoping to see something different

Snippets of what we need to know

The responses to the questions that tear at our minds and souls

Others sometimes know before we do

And the challenge is knowing what and who to listen to

In the quiet of the night maybe they will cling to us

Answers that will satisfy our curiosities and desires.