FK

There's something hard and sad about wonder.
How it turns and replicates itself,
hiding in the back of your head.
Usually cast as worry,
but sometimes playing anger
in a never ending, intermission-ess play.

Wonder preys on wild imagination,
and on lonely late night fears.
It feasts on stories you heard once or twice
about other kids - it's scary to see the connections
that end in your worst nightmares.
"But how close is it,
actually?"
"How plausible?"

You ask, hoping you can say, "Well, not so similar."

But you almost always can't.

Wonder just lets you ask questions you may never be able to answer
and let's you build stories
off of nothing.
Nothing at all.

2/25/2016
Riley Welch