Blown Away Poem by Joe Oppenheimer

My mind is full of doubts
Like the head
of a dandelion ripe
to be blown away
always. Though
I know
I can calculate
and two
and two
is always
four.

And full of surprise
like a child's eyes
that Momma's
still there
after each
peek-a-boo;

And when building so tall
with blocks
just to see
so easy
it all
fall
down.

I still wonder why
after I
built a house
calculating all
putting in
cement,
2x4's
a roof
a floor
it doesn't
fall.

So with wonder fear surprise
as we go over the rise
back home from a day
away
we find
the house
stayed whole
again
today.