I have so many questions;
at least one for every person I have met,
both the ones alive
and the ones who are dead.
I have so much to ask everyone
because I want to understand
my life and its connections;
something I just can’t!
I have questions for my parents;
grandparents (now all dead);
and family members I have – or haven’t – met.
For teachers, classmates,
for cleaners, lunch-ladies, janitors,
secretaries, bus-drivers, waitresses,
even the creepy guy who stocks shelves
at my local supermarket.
I have so many questions
that I’d like to ask them all
but all I ever say is: “What a weather!”,
“Got my e-mail?” or “On which shelf…?”
And besides, the most important questions
are the ones I ought to ask myself…