that foot poised
as if ready for flight
the back arched
the head slightly tilted
a question there
to ask
but answers are wanting
on this side
of the world
answers
the question hanging in the air
I read the question
hanging in the air
thousands of miles
thousands of years
between us
what answer to give
as if there is only one
to soothe a heart
if a heart can be given rest
in a world in constant motion
there aren’t always answers
that one would like
to hear
or that one
can honestly say
a haiku for JB
he sits there staring
at the question as if it
might answer itself