All The Answers

By John I. Blair

When I learned all the answers
I found that I had fashioned
Wrong questions.

Walking in a woodland
I saw trees alone;
A meadow, merely grass.

Logic drove me well
Grinding down a what,
But missed the why.

Now I seek salvation
In a moist kiss,
An opened door;

Live for the play,
The passion,
Not the score.

©2009 John I. Blair