The revolving crystal ball of the universe
Hovers over mankind in mysteries beyond interpretation.
I wonder how these were made.
I wonder how the earth revolves around time;
yet men and other creatures are still.
The droppings of the rain
from a mere cloud; is a depth
The speed of lightning and the sound of thunder
drop rhetorics on my mind.
I wonder where the twinkling stars hide by the day
to brighten the sky at night, and the source of the cool
breeze that calms the soul.
I wonder how the dark walls
at night duplicate my image in shadows.
I wonder how man is conceived from the fluid
that forms the fabrics of his body tissues,
the complexity of his brains, bones and the cartilages of his body.
I wonder how man grows in height
yet not aware the moments of his growth.
I wonder how spoken languages
of the earth were sustained over time; and the peculiarity
of the human race.
I wonder where the ends of the oceans could be and that
of the skies; I wonder how science and art articulate the existing premise of mother nature. I wonder how plants grow to become mighty tress.
And I keep wondering how anthills are formed on the hard
earth crust of the African Savannah.
Ebeh Azuka Patrick