Just Wondering Poem by Sara Militello

Just Wondering

What though
everywhere there could,
existence be a fantasy contrived
into whatever one's thoughts would?

What though
there was a virtual scene of things not;
perception alone believing into being
what man deems real?

What though
man's feet were planted
far up and away;
not so clearly fashioned in clay?

What though
Man's thoughts were grander
than his grasp,
his ideals as clear as his stray?

What though
Might man be apt
to unfurl existence
to reveal God extant?

What though?

July 1,1998