A Question Poem by Mike Barrett

Have you never
Asked yourself
' What do I Know? '

I have.
And when I have
I've come to feel
A dandelion seed
Borne gently
By the wind
Infinitely
More wise
Than I.

' Why? ', you ask.

Within that shriveled head,
Beneath one dead grey tuft
There lies a secret -

That tiny speck of brown
Knows how to grow
Another plant complete!

To multiply itself
Ten thousand fold!

Will ever
This secret be mine?
Will I be so complete?

Where's my shrivelled head
With one grey tuft?
I Long
To welcome it!


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