What is going on? I ask the
walls every sixteen minutes.
The plasterboard doesn’t reply
but without checking headlines
I know clouds are being pulled
across the sky on invisible
ropes. Right on cue, rain is
directed through pipes to fall.
Powered by vast hidden engines,
the waves are continuing their
metronome beat upon the sand.
Blooms are raised from trapdoors
and some complex set of gears,
ball bearings and levers is causing
our planet to spin forward and new
universes to be created every second.
Prompt was “Ask and answer a question” from AmyKayPoetry