Erika Koenig-Workman

You are asked


It only makes sense to me in the late hours

when my mind has received compensation

for all things done all things thought and said


I cannot receive the immensity the important points

when rational— since it is constantly evolving


sadly


through and through I seek a water tight explanation


guess what, there is none—


so why do you and I get comfortable with this

that we cannot explain is plain


the ambiguity of life is ultimately fruitful


hard to believe and maintain at times

we you I are asked to live with tension

it is the only way to be human


to live with the not nows or hows or whens and thens

—see it is something that occupies an entire lifetime


if I accept that questions arise

even when there is no prize


I will feel and be in a different place

without a trace to face an inevitable case


the case for mystery magic and lore

I can guarantee you will want more


it is wonderful is it not?

now hold on quickly for it soon passes


before you know it, its high noon

our time is up and from a cup we will drink


that has been offered


believe it or not

every hour of every day

has welcomed you 


and you have been

to a place in between


darkness and an immediate reality

is yours mine alone and no one else's 

you I we are asked to make way


to come out to play

to not be afraid


its a bloody challenge

yet remember

we all have to face it