hand to the plow

sometimes in life, you
stop in your tracks to wonder.
shifting your gaze with a backward glance, you find yourself
stroking your chin over the why, and
scratching your head over the how.
sighing follows a confused "huh?!!", and
soon your wondering reaches a dead end. then
shaking your head and
shrugging your shoulders, you return to
staring ahead, and
soldiering on forwards.