Question Marks

Inspired by “Word Fog” by Rumi

Words, even if they come from

the soul, hide the soul, as fog

rising off the sea covers the sea

I’m a writer

and I use words

and I like to think

I’m speaking from

my soul at times

but perhaps it 

isn’t possible, maybe

something is obscured,

something that can’t 

clearly be said.

Like the way I feel

today, like I cannot

truly grasp the

moment. All I can

do is concentrate

on the next step.

My life sometimes

feels like a maze

I’m picking my

way through.

I don’t have words

for all the questions

I have about the

future.

I just have question marks.