Sunanswerable

Think of your created
As a remote collection
Of phenomena under

Your observation
Blurred by distance
Or medication—

How well can you sense it?
Well enough to work with it,
Evaluate shortcomings,

Progress? Can the simple
Keep a handle on enough
Of the blurring ambition?

The sun has found your window,
For you now, as for you
Always, the sign of peace,

Tranquility, relief
From wisdom, from questions.
Don’t answer them.