Answers

Some point to the edge of the world,
Others to the end of time.
Still others dig deep into the ground
while some look to the stars.
A seer reads signs and portents in bones.

Perhaps the answer was written in the dust
on some ancient chalkboard of long ago.
Or maybe the answer fell like ash from the sky
after some tremendous volcanic eruption 
leaving an arm raised forever with a question.
Or maybe fallow fields await some future ripeness
as the answer begins to settle upon new ground.

We wait, pondering what it all means,
asking and spinning off answers 
at a dizzying pace, never quite believing
that we have been placed with careful attention
as an answer to all questions.