Sometimes I wonder if all the words that need written,
Have already been penned.
I wonder if all the songs that need to be sung,
Have already been given voice.
I wonder if all the numbers that need adding and subtracting,
And multiplying and dividing,
Have already been computed.
It sometimes seems as if there's not much remaining to do;
We humans have already accomplished so much.
Then, I read where the Voyager I Space Vehicle
Still travels outwards away from us.
Thirty-four plus years that little guy has been rocketing along in space.
It's soon going to depart our solar system.
Long gone from us.
What worlds will it observe?
Who might see it, in some unknown night sky?
I think and I wonder ...
Are we really done exploring?
Is there nothing remaining to invent?
Is there no genius yet to be born?
I read the news and again, I wonder ...
Have all the wars that need fighting already been fought?
Have all the cures that need discovering already been found?
Are there no pictures still to be painted?
Are there no palaces yet to be built?
It must be the end of winter, I realize.
The last of the cold, gray days still to be endured.
Spring, I remind myself, is aborning underground.
Buds are getting ready to pop out.
Forsythias are anxiously awaiting their debut.
Sightings of robins back for the season are joyously shared.
The yellows and pinks and pale greens and blues of new blossoms ...
Are teasing us at the edges of tomorrow.
So much just waiting to happen.
And I have so many questions still to be asked.
Who? and, What? and, Why?
And, Don't you think?
And, Can't you remember?
There is still so much to be done.
Thank heavens - spring is just around the corner.