What Ponder I

What, makes a person melancholy blue? Falling leaves and autumn sun, wind and cold, short days and deep, dark nights... and loneliness, for no apparent reason. A head that feels as though every thought is as far separated as each star across the universe. A heart that seems to have beats resonating like a falling rock bouncing from one deep canyon into another. And the soul blowing like a north wind going nowhere, and everywhere, all in the same breath. Is God exhaling or inhaling? Blowing us away or taking us in? I look up and see the blue in the sky, so deep, embracing, penetrating. So near, so far; and sometimes I ponder What, I don't even know...