With blackboards filled with hows

Where is the why of the sun

Or the cloud hanging in mid-afternoon

Or the life that comes and goes

Why is there why--

The birds sing at twilight

When the rooms are empty

A paid friend is

Better than none

Black

White

Gray

They

The binary world's

A sham

Despite the highest wall

The mourning dove

Has one song

That it repeats

To the busy world

Behind the blue sky

A white sky

Always there

Waiting

To cross the Red Sea
You must enter it
Up to your neck