How Is It? Poem by Kamand Kojouri

"How is it
that everything must
begin and end with you?
There you are,
before sunrise,
perfuming the world with your scent.
Have you made a deal
with the moon so that you can linger
when she tapers off?
And what about the wind?
Even when he has been scolded
and is sitting in a corner, there you are,
my calm before the storm.
Despite the inevitable destruction
and my ruin, there you are again,
my calm after the storm.
I must,
I really must know:
'How is it
that there was never you
until there was
and then all was you? '