inquiries

I decided to give poetry a serious shot last year... my first poem!

What is a poem?
Is it something daily and ordinary,
Merely a selection of words
Shaped
For our
Liking?
Or is it something much more,
Something unexplained,
Undefined,
Unknown,
Uncared for and ignored because of
It's complexity,
Because of
It's mysteriousness?
How many in the world,
Like I,
Wonder of that which has never
Been wondered of?
Has never been cared for,
Or probed curiously and gently
For the answers to the unanswerable?
Who among us, like me,
Finds much more,
More than believed
To be
Possible,
Finds something so wonderful
In something
So
Seemingly simple?
For thus a poem
Is like a question,
Each an inquiry of life
and existence
In my eyes.
And...
Is it our job to find answers?