Learning to Love the Questions
I wanted all the answers.
Answers to everything.
I wanted someone,
something to blame.
A trial, a jury, a conviction.
I spent forty years gathering evidence.
Combing through the world.
Asking questions, insisting on answers.
Exhibit A. Witness. Judge. Defense.
Litigation is long and yields no truth,
No answers. Only more questions.
The questions keep coming.
Like the next breath.
Again and again and again.
The answers give pause.
It stops the inquiry,
the conversation,
the breath.
The questions grant being.
It is an opening,
an invitation.
An inhale and an exhale.
Connected.
Timeless
Eternal.
It was just his job to ask the questions.
melissa b. zeligman/2008
