I thought I knew how life unfolds
with spinning tops and bonfire glows
but now I sit at the city’s edge
with wonders flirting with my head.
I wonder where the tide really flows
for what reason the rooster crows
I wonder how deep the caverns sink
what turtles know, if owls think.
I press my hands to my face
to feel again, to know the taste
of fingertips whose joyful dance
is a wild wolf woman prance.
I thought I knew how life would go
and yet she changes as I grow —
I roll the die, I free fall in
and allow the game to begin again.