A Fish Called Wanda

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will become of me

What will become of my children and grandchildren

I wonder 

And I wonder some more

What will become of the world

What will become of the climate

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will become of society

What will become of the free world

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will become of space travel

What will become of our desire to live on mars

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will become of the starving children

What will become of their governments

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will be my legacy 

What will be the legacy my children will need

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will be the weather tomorrow

What surprises will it bring

I wonder

And I wonder some more

I wonder 

And I wonder some more

What will become of the food chain

What will become of sustainable fishing

I wonder

And I wonder some more

What will I eat tomorrow

A fish called Wanda?

I wonder

Seahorses

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I wonder if seahorses see horses

do horses see the sea

I can see seahorses in the sea

but can they see me

I saw dolphins in the bay

playing like children in the street

chasing and leaping with joy

but did they see me

I catch frogs in the swimming pool

they try to escape my net

why do they come back daily

perhaps just to see me

I gaze at majestic trees in the woods

arms spread wide

green leaves soaking up the sun

they smile back at me

I study the clouds

shaped by water and winds

sailing along like viking ships

their crews are staring down on me

I peer into the mirror

searching for my mind’s eye

wanting to find the image of a thought

but nobody looks back at me

I wonder no more

I wonder how different it would have been today

if I had made different choices all those years ago

I wonder if I would I be living in the same place today 

I wonder if my situation would be much different

I wonder if the world would be exactly the same

I can remember wondering back then

wondering if I was making the right decisions

wondering if I would have regrets

wondering how my future would be

wondering if I would be happy and secure

wondering if I would be healthy

wondering if I would ever find love again

wondering how the world might be

I am now wondering why I wonder so much

it soaks up too much time and energy

it is surely time to give up all this wondering stuff

leave it to the universe

let fate decide my fate

take my chances and roll with it

wondering is for wondering wanderers

pondering is for pontificators

worrying is for worriers

life is here to be lived

people are here to be loved

health is here to be treasured

security is here to be acknowledged

happiness is here to be enjoyed

doing it is for the doers

no more wondering

just live it