Friday, April 03, 2015

April Poem Number Two






from: 'Why Things Don't Work'


It is mysterious why things don't work
and we do not have the answers
regretfully
sincerely
perhaps apologetically.
Nonetheless, sir/madam we suggest
humbly
that you stand outside on this clear night
- look up -
now tell us again
that nothing works.

Catherine Bateson 2/04/2015

3 comments:

Michelle Elvy said...

Ah, I love the simple beauty in this. Such truth. Lovely, lovely.

Cattyrox said...

Thank you, Michelle - I'm enjoying this journey!

mother said...

My favourite of the three.