I Wonder Why

I wonder why I stayed up hours late –
was it digestive issues, or did I
have poorly-mixed emotions on my plate?
I wonder why.

At last I slept, and felt an answer try
to influence my dreams and penetrate
my waking thoughts, and start to clarify.

This coming week I’ll want to give more weight
to other subjects – listen, aid, apply
attention out. Then I won’t need to state,
I wonder why.

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