Questions: Coffee & Conversation

We had one of those moments last Friday. During our conversation about happiness, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez — we know her as Sandy — stopped us cold with this poem:

Questions

Where are we going?

When birds sing to one another, are they looking for melody or harmony?

I’ve never been the one with answers.

How is it that our eyes betray us?

What does tomorrow bring?

Just questions. Enigmatic, urgent, smoldering questions.

But this, this is a world of answers:

where to go, what to do, how to get rich quick –

the degree to make you slick

the title you want to hit

the right dosage for your sick.

Well, I’ve forgotten about the ready-made bullets in that gun

because for me, not knowing is half the fun

It’s the uncertain moment before a first kiss

It’s trying to remember if your seatbelt clicked

It’s the ride.

And I don’t really know about this world full of answers

But I think I’ll hold on to my questions

Because if not knowing is half the fun

Then inventing the answers on a bed of dew drops is the other

I’ll show you the color of my love

or at least I can try

but maybe in that case, two makes better than one.

I just ask that you leave your answers at home

because to be honest, I don’t really care about where we’re going.

I care about who we become along the way.