Thinking

as I stand watching
drafty flight of the hawk
my eyes safely
in their fleshy orbits
I wonder

what am I doing
what does it mean
any of it
why do anything
question everything

the wheels of my brain
spinning in the gritty mud of
an ever questioning
intellect.

Some people have it figured out
others follow them
they call it a religion
I think.

There is no way
anybody can have figured it out
There are so many questions
the most profound
philosophers
have not scratched the surface.