I wonder so much, I start wondering why
I'm wondering.  I can't even pry a cd
out of clear plastic,  and I practically die
Of thirst because bottle caps defy me.

Sometimes I can find an answer in a manual
if it's written in the language that I speak,
but it makes me doubt I'm a higher animal
when even that might as well be Greek.

Those are little things,  everyone tells me,
but what about the definition of pi,
or why Jello won't gel for me,
and cheap phone service is so high?!!

I wonder why people bother to tackle
Big Questions like why husbands don’t talk.
I don't  know whether to buy spackle
or that foundation Ellen DeGeneres hawks.

Leave it to brighter bulbs to make a sport
of digging deep. Who has time for all that?
I need to know why my arms got so short
and there are all those calories in fat.  

Isn’t that I am shallow.  Well, maybe a little.
To be honest,  I don’t see a lot of demand
for erudite Q-an'-A type stuff.  Life’s a riddle.
Always that way.  What’s to understand?

The thing is, there’s at least a slight chance
I will find out  how to get a zipper unstuck
and how to get Two Left Feet there to dance.
Learn to text fast-??   Wish me luck!

                     (c)  Phyllis Jean Green,  7/2011

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