Living Answers, 1997

All our lives are living answers—
to prior questions asked;
from each springs a golden band,
to present from the past.
From cause to effect,
to here and cause again—
to every question where,
and every question when.
My father in his pickup truck,
called my mom and asked,
“would you like to take a ride?”
He called a quarter past.
Past eleven and she met him,
at the end of a lonely street.
Under a lonely streetlight,
for him her love to greet.
She climbed up in his truck,
and took hold of his hand.
He asked if she was ready.
She said “yes,” and they made me.