Ask Me a Question

They say the best answers

come from the greatest questions

But who are they?

And why do they say that?

I say,

I trust what I know

I see the answers in my own questions

I feel my senses plucking strings in the universe

sending the vibrations down my spine

connecting me back to the reverberating source

the pool from which my questions emerge

If I asked you a question

would you know the answer?

You’d know what you know but

how would you find out more?

Through questions

thought beacons

searching for the answers

through murky depths

and scintillating skylines

They are all the same

A mere backdrop for the dance

of question and answer

call and response

of to and fro

Ask me a question.

And hear the roar of my “I don’t know”