What Ponder I Poem by Smoky Hoss

What, makes a person
melancholy blue?
Falling leaves
and autumn sun,
wind and cold,
short days and deep, dark nights...
and loneliness, for no apparent reason.
A head that feels as though
every thought is as far separated
as each star across the universe.
A heart that seems to have beats
resonating like a falling rock
bouncing from one deep canyon into another.
And the soul blowing
like a north wind going nowhere,
and everywhere,
all in the same breath.
Is God exhaling or inhaling?
Blowing us away
or taking us in?

I look up and see
the blue in the sky,
so deep, embracing, penetrating.
So near, so far; and
sometimes I ponder What,
I don't even know...