Unanswered Questions Poem by Troy Clark

Alone, I sat in thoughtful conclusion
Of the point in life and all that
Is, and could be the point.

Then, a wind strong and
Intelligent caught my attention
As it tickled the leaves of a great
Oak.

It was beautiful, inspiring,
It gave me a hint, a clue on
The question that I will solve,
It gave an idea.

With stead fast determination I
Started running off question,
Questions that will help us realize
The cons and pros of our existence.

Can we feel the water as it passes
Through our toes and onward
Toward the ocean, only
To repeat the process again, and again?

Can we touch the blades of green that
Protrude from the ravaged
Ground that we, and others
Call earth?

Do you notice the beautiful shades
Of color that make
Our life of steel and attempted
Perfection look dull and empty?

Can we see the white and
Gray (sometimes dark gray) blankets
Of condensed particles that
Help nurture and give
Drink to our thirsty earth?


Do your hear the trees
Swaying and moaning,
Talking and whispering to each other in a
Way that only they can understand?

The chorus of the wild
Singing its songs of wisdom,
Singing its song to, and
Through the ages.

Yet, even though this all exists,
And is easy to find, hear, and touch.
It goes unnoticed, unappreciated.