“Write before you speak”
Someone told me along the way
Usually the problem is solved
In asking the right questions.
Assumptions hardly stand in void returns
We are head strong vagrants
Looking for the doors we have
Once walked through
Solitary travelers looking for destinations
In sound bytes of synchronicity
our apathy holds space
For rhythms of meaning to return
In the blooming of spring.
Hold fast to all that is behind
In the remembering of broken promises
That are left Hanging in the doorway
Hinges unfastened in unsteady hooks.
Answers hold serve in breaking points we walk.
Before we even realize the problem has been solved.
Ask the right answers
And the questions might respond