sitting at Sugarite

in this place,
i can almost hear
all the answers
to every question
i have ever asked.

all of life’s secrets
unfolding before me
in each blade of grass,
each passing cloud,
every whispered change of light,
every bird’s song,
every breath
of the canyon wind.

and i wonder…

if i sat here
long enough,

would i know
the secrets of life itself?

or would a million more questions
be born
with every changing moment?