Wann

I see the bare sky

the sun makes me suspicious

if only with my eyes

when?

I talk a lengthy stroll

upon the naked asphalt

trying to make up something to ponder

when?

I was more adamant about what was

to be when it was gone

but it is here and I'm at a loss

when?

Did I suspect it to be as simple

as a path newly paved

honey bricked to my cause

when? 

I suppose I could keep looking

for what with suspicious eyes 

I have no damn clue

when? 

I stop at a cross

stuck between the earth above 

and below and I know the answer

now.