Questions and answers

Sometimes I get trapped into thinking there is one right answer. 

Like the child listening to the children's homily preached by her pastor, being asked the question: What's brown and furry and has a long tail, and buries nuts for the winter? 

I know the answer is Jesus, says the child, but it sure sounds like a squirrel to me.

Do I have all I want? Do I have all I need?

Sometimes the answer comes the next day.

It's a squirrel.

Sometimes

We ask the right question

And then

Don’t wait

To hear

The answer.

Perhaps it is even

The right answer,

But we have moved on

To other interesting questions

Or figured

There wasn't an answer

Worth considering

To the first.

Sometimes someone else

Asks the question

And if we don’t have an answer

We make it up,

Get stuck in an endless loop

Of words

We wait for the next question

Perhaps we will have an answer,

A real answer,

To that one.

Yesterday I was asked if I had

All I wanted,

All I needed.

A good question.

I got stuck on the difference

Between wants and needs,

Got lost in the fog,

Spun the rest of the day.

This morning I woke up to rain,

Spring, greening, rain

Realized what I have

Is enough.