Arlene Corwin writes

Mysteries That Never Cease

There are mysteries that never cease,

Will always be:

Because of, not in spite of.

Look at progress:

Despite progress, we are more at risk than ever.

I fear, not ‘in spite of’, but ‘because of’, progress never

What it seems,

All the reams of information,

New advances, dancing in our eyes and ears

Dependant on who sees or hears,

Every positive a dormant negative

Dependent on whose hands it’s in.

Then the secrets of infinity:

What, where, how, why, when;

A mystery most definitely.

And music, art

The part that improvises and creates

Out of a place inscrutable,

Wondrous, wonderful.

To never understand?

Dependant on whose hand it’s in,

Whose talent, aptitude, inborn mind

Is interested at all to find

The answers.