The Question

by:: Lori Zybala

the living question sit’s on the window’s ledge

grey clouds empty, the answer unknown

telescopic view points to the sky, searching

a new year unquestionably approaching

the question smiles, circling the atmosphere

shade of existence

patterns fold along the window ledge

day the same as before


Copyright L.Z. 2021 ©

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  1. the question smiles – love, love this line – and isn’t it the truth, the questions more revealing than the answers?

    I do enjoy the new year for its contemplative nature and your haiku expresses where I usually land – there’s nothing especially special about Jan 1 – each day is the new start.

    Beautiful ❤️

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