Moving Sky

The Caregiver Poet

I don’t want to tie the knot

on every question,

neatly folding the corners

of what I don’t understand.

My world doesn’t end

at the edge of knowing.

Every answer

Is just a door I haven’t opened yet.

We chase certainty

like a finish line—

but I’m running for the horizon,

where the sky keeps moving.

I want to stumble

Into wonder,

To lose myself

In the unfamiliar,

To make all questions

My companions,

Not burdens to be solved.

Let me keep going—

past the signposts,

past the maps,

past the urge to settle down

in the county of “enough.”

I want to see what’s next.

I want to keep asking.

I still want to GO.

Until the day I know.

Cloudia Charters