Questions Not Answers

I’m partial to the sound
of a rising uncertain
inflection these days

as the world is no longer
made of atoms
but of questions; answers

are now bombs,
wrecking balls,
crowbars. Questions

offer foundations that
can flex in quake or storm;
firm responses snap or shatter.

When everything is
in question, best just
to stay still and listen.

Two answers at least
for each question; two worlds
at least deriving from each;

demanding right answers 
seems insane — so much
dies when minds slam shut;

in love therefore 
with the uncertain inflection
as it rings with life.