What happened here? What made your face blue-green When others went rust-red and graphite-gray? Grand Master Plan, or Astronomic Blunder? What does it even mean, this Holocene Where humans are careening all the way? I wonder why I wonder why I wonder. Someday the sun will blow itself asunder, So Terra, speak plain English, don’t be shy, Step up and state your case. Cut to the chase: It’s either Master Plan or Cosmic Blunder. Would Albert Einstein roll a crooked die? Would Leonardo take up useless space? I beg to beg the question, which is why I wonder why I wonder why I wonder. —Henry Rathvon
I wonder while I wander.