Why

The why is not so important
To find answers to
the mysteries of our lives
That may or may not simply
naturally reveal themselves
We can but hold ourselves gently

Constant searching for
something that will explain
why we feel or perceive a
certain way
An endless feast
for an insatiable mind

Heartache doesn’t
need a why
The heart seems
to know that it must
be cracked open to grow

The way cicadas
metamorphose into adults
Breaking free from
outgrown exoskeletons
revealing their new forms

The way fynbos
needs fire
Intense heat finally
splitting open
seed cases
tightly sealed
for years or
even decades

What feels like
Destruction
my darling
is actually

E X P A N S I O N