L(if)e

There would always come a time
when one would demand for all
the answers,

the way cracked soil demands
for rain in times drought.

You look at the sky and see life,

a grey cloud, and wonder
how heavy it is.

What separates a philosopher
from an ordinary man who thinks
too much is the act of preaching.

And so, you tell people about all
that you've learned about it: its origin
its promise, its name.

Then a little boy tells you
that the cloud is shaped

like a mouse with a cowboy hat.