Since 1996 Volume XXI
One of Those Things
If God made everything, who made God? I ask them, and How on earth
do storks get babies into the hospital? Anyone else, I ask, have questions
like this? The ones grownups
donít know how to answer? And with them itís easy, this playing with wonder,
keeping alive what knowledge would have us deny.
Together we rescue the Right
Brain: students the age of my own daughter, the son I never had, writing,
Why don't fish drown? Where does the black of the night sky begin? Myself
still unable to grasp how the sky just keeps on going, or how
the reliable sea could just last week become
other: oil spreading from just one tanker farther than any human
vision: birds, fish, otters washing ashore in numbers like stars
all of us long ago stopped
trying to count.
Today not asking where but when it will end: that infinite sea
with all its unknowns, once within the grasp of what we still could imagine,
One of those things we knew was forever, for sure.
From Evensong, Truman State University Press, 2011
Copyright, Ingrid Wendt.