Thinking Doesn't Seem To Explain Fully Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Happening to stop for a minute, looking up at the ceiling,
eyes roving over it, seeing something weird and different
there.

A double ceiling, two ceilings above the nurse's station,
a space of about two feet between them, kind of strange,
new, but captivating and capturing this mind.

Doing so through an intense curiosity from this poet, won-
dering why this was done in just this way, thinking doesn't
seem to explain it fully, just the design of the architect
I guess.