Enough Just To Know! Poem by Eric Cockrell

what is change?
a radical move to
the right or left?
a leaving of the past,
and all its baggage?
a fresh coat of paint?
a new lover?
the death of a friend?

seasons pass to seasons,
and then return...
changing, or evolving?
maybe an endless cycle!

where are we going?
do we know?
do we have to go?
will it be better or worse
when we arrive?
what are we looking for?

are we the picture,
or the paint not yet dry?
whose hand holds the brush?
and who is the painting for?

is it change we seek for?
or a return to something long forgotten?
must we create again and anew?
or is something there that we have lost?

does the wind know or care
where it came from,
and where it is going?
or is it enough just to know,
just to be, the wind?