What does it take to remember

the weight of knowing
the earth waits to welcome
us all one day

and this moment
                 and the next

will pass with the sweet
song of sparrows returning 
every spring

and there will come a day
when we are no longer 
here to hear them

what does it take 
                     to remember 

that in the beginning we were 
wanderer's thrown out of the
stars and into this world

our hearts calling 
                       out for home

and in the end we are wanderers still, 
constantly looking for the unexplained
and the simple unknown 

what does it take 
                    to remember 

when my eyes open before the sun,
blinking in the darkness that 
even though everything 

in my heart feels broken
                     I can still hear the sparrows sing

A little poem about wondering and wandering, on this windy autumn day. What do you wonder about?