I sat down with Why this morning
over hot coffee.
Offered it honey
and my curiosity.
At noon I opened the door to How.
Told it to wipe its feet.
We looked at every possibility
over sour milk, sugar,
and a little flexibility.
At five I asked Where
to sign the guest book.
Poured it the old family wine.
Wanted to know what stayed the same
and what had changed.
When showed up late,
as usual,
and on its own time.
I made fresh coffee.
It took one sip
and said it had somewhere else to be.
Every one of them
left something on the floor—
baggage, dust,
questions with no answers,
work half-done.
I washed the cups.
Turned off the lights.
Went to bed with Who.
Still praying
Wisdom walks in
with the morning.