This One Bet Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Were I to explain
what then would I say …
That the moon loves its axis
that each dog has its day
That the question unanswered
most answered indeed
That each start an enigma
and truth often bleeds
That the mind unexplored
without mention at all
That from season to season
time stumbles and falls
Against my better nature
I'll place this one bet
The answer you hoped for
— you're never to get

(Dreamsleep: February,2024)