Wonder as the Sum of All My Ignorance
by Gary Hardaway
Closely observed, a trip from
corner to corner of our
not quite quarter acre
lot in life would be a
sequence full of awe in the
face of all I can't begin to know.
What insect is that? What
flowering weed does it climb?
Is it a productive year for the Pecan?
Will the St. Augustine
ever send runners out
to cover that dusty wound in the yard?
Questions unanswered proliferate
across the April sky, blue
with wisps of cirrus white.
The Boeing begins its slow descent
southwest towards the grimy
regional hub. The engines slow.
I am so ignorant, each
molecule is cause of wonder
and more wonderful, too, because
invisible to the un-augmented eye.