Pondering, Wondering

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I sit outside, beneath a canopy of stars. The sounds of the night soothing and alluring. And I ponder, and I wonder.

PONDERING, WONDERING

By Al Garcia

I sit outside, beneath a canopy of stars.  The sounds of the night soothing and alluring.  And I ponder, and I wonder.

What is the significance of me in the vastness that I see above?  What relevance am I in the scheme of things, that was so brilliantly conceived?  There must have been a reason, just as there is a reason for the seasons.  And I ponder, and I wonder.

If I reach out into the moonlit night, will I be touching time long gone, or feeling the texture of time not yet defined?  The evening breeze across my face, like a caressing hand, gentle and loving.  The thoughts that cross my mind, the feelings that are aroused, by simply watching the evening sky overwhelms and astounds me.  And I ponder, and I wonder.

I think of those that are no longer here with me.  Those that held me in their arms and nurtured me, and cherished me.  I think of those who shared their hearts and souls with me without a second thought, and so many others who helped to shape and form the character and the person that I am.  And I look up to the star-lit sky and wonder, if simply by being, I am a part of them.  Are we the embodiment of all that ever was?  Are we the continuation of the unending energy that was given to me by those who cared and shared?  And I ponder, and I wonder.

That is what the night sky does to me.  It makes me want to be a part of all that is, and ever was.  It makes me recollect each moment of my life, and each person that I touched and who touched me.  Is this the reason why I am?  Simply because I was meant to be, even before there were stars in the sky or sounds of the night?

When I become a part of the canopy of stars and part of the wind and sound of the night, maybe then, I will understand the reason why I was meant to be.  But for now, pondering, wondering, fills the emptiness inside.


Submitted: June 22, 2021

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