I Wonder Poem by Jesse Tampa

I wonder what I’m doing here
I’m just sitting, clearly that’s clear
I wonder of this scenic atmosphere
I’m quite enchanted being here
I wonder of why I have no music
I’m guessing it’s because I wouldn’t use it
I wonder about Earth’s soundtrack
I’m knowing there is no turning back
I wonder of the sounds I’m hearing
I’m thinking some of them go, others are nearing
I wonder what this has to do with anything
I’m sure this actually has to do with everything


(1-18-06)