When we quit questioning,
when darkness falls
upon the wilderness of wonder,

are we afraid
of our imagination,
of other possibilities

among the night songs?
How full and fresh the child
that asks and asks, that sees

the disconnected weave
a vibrant tapestry!
How stale is he

that wears the answers
chiseled in a cave
to recite by braille.


5 responses to “WHEN WE QUIT

  1. Louise Jackson

    Fantastic again, John.

    Louise Jackson

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I’m nit sure I understand your last line. I work with a blind student and blind teacher. I am their eyes, and they are full of questions and reading Braille opens up their world.


    • Right, right of course. But not to be taken quite so literally, as more often than not, those with all the answers tend to be blind to anything else, and less inclined to question anything, or so this ‘light and dark’ poem tries to go.


      • I thought so, and I agree with the analogy but I’m struck daily at how the blind truly seek to see their world in their darkness. I enjoy your use of words, keep enlightening your world.


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