It is not the weather,
It is not the time.
There is more going on,
a sense of loss that seems to have aroused in my heart,
Yes, it is in these times my heart opens wides.
The analytical mind must take a rest.
Not all is to be understood,
not all is calculable.
There are things deep,
deep in a heart that stir that are not fathomable to the mere intellect.
I smile, the chemist is not stirring and restless because he can not understand.
Joe is quiet in the knowledge that there are many things unknowable and finds peace...