Simple Questions

Hands work diligently
on a task learned long ago,
Never pausing to reflect
never thinking to ask.

Outside, the Sun bakes dried out Earth
mud turns to dirt,
dirt goes to dust,
until the next succulent rainfall.

Floating through our daily lives,
we hardly have the chance
nor even the desire
to wonder anymore.

And when any question of significance
is answered by twelve more,
at what point to we give up?

Enough already!
This cycle of futility has baffled the best of thinkers
and wandering minds alike.

But a pale pair of hands
attached to gray eyes and hard features
works without thoughtful interruption
or meaningful interaction.

While the answers to the simplest questions
are found right there—
below our noses
staring us down
and laughing.