• Joanna Seldon

  • Under Investigation

    I don’t need to know why
     The sky is blue.
    No-one can tell me why 
     I lie here now,
     Bed next to rooftop window,
    Taking in the day
     That turns to evening as I watch.

    Simply, I want sky, rooftop, world
     Shown me anew.
    We need the transfiguration
     Of our puzzling lives
    Into something fresh.A word sown
     Brings to startling ranks
    A force that dazzles, puffing fire.

    Draw me into your blue mystery – 
     Our sky, our world.
    Teach us how to live – never to strain
     Against this endless strangeness.