you are a god,
the buddha of questions
whose answers are scrambled
in your mind.
but i want you to know that
who and how are the clay of why,
where and what are beyond your reach,
and in your lap you cradle when.
when do i?
a stranger,
your only friend,
your right hand standing on the left,
and all that remains of you.
who am i?
anxious, perching on a branch,
bending it,
riding the nauseous down- and up-
swing, off guard,
taking wing and
moving on to the next branch–
bending it.
and how am i?
because the answers do not
fit the questions,
because my heart beats way too fast at the sight of you,
because red is everything inside me–
refried, hot to the touch,
spicy, and staining.
why am i?
in your gut,
from your diaphragm,
on your breath as dense
as love can be,
exhaled in your sigh
(allusion in sound).
where am i?
gold and silver plated,
iron, steel,
helmeted, lanced.
what am i?
when all the stars are blank
and not for the giving,
and the fear of the dark and cold
is choked and airless,
when the final gasp is soundless,
when only the moment matters.
(From Like. Love. Hate. Available at Amazon.com and Smashwords)
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013
Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World 
Comments on: "the buddha of questions" (2)
I loved this in your book (Kindle) and am glad to read it again here in all of its wisdom and pain. The moment that we capture only for an instant sustains many of us for much longer than one might expect fro the rest of time.
Adriene, it’s been too long since I let your poetry infuse my senses! I love the seamless transitions between emotional states. Fluid, poignant, and beautiful! 🙂