I have more questions for you.
Some don't make it from week to week, become
by the changing of my symptoms,
the changing of my heart, the
sighing of my pituitary.
Some, I answer myself, gleaning second servings
you have spooned before.
All week long, the questions roll
over one another.
I try to ask the ones on top, as new ones get picked up
from the bottom, rolled around and enlarged,
with new questions, spouting
from new answers each week.
So too, the answers from
you roll open and fluid,
tumbling up to reach out for more questions.
Answers never closed at either end,
answers that invite learning and deny
I used to have a doctor who
was only in on thursdays,
so I saved my health and all my questions for that
Now I have a doctor who is only in on tuesdays........... so,
adjusted my health and all my questions to coincide with that day.
roll around and I find I still have questions,
thursday questions, wider questions,
hopeful questions, deeper questions.
Questions, which would teach me in the
questions, which would expand me in the answering,
me in the understanding.
- Holly W. Graves, 2002
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