What are we?
Why are we?
Answers no easier with age
But maybe the questions are clearer
Life clings tenaciously
Wherever it can
Constantly striving to be
A poppy, a bird, you, or me

So much improbability, entropy
In Life’s Tree
Yet so much defiant bravery
Yes, I will exist!
And do my best
To use my gifts
To wonder, and discover
To meet the gaze of a wild creature
And ask that question … Why?
To feel, if only for a moment
The presence of an unknowable answer