Puzzled

He’s a puzzled fellow
I thought
when I spotted his face.
 
He’s baffled by existence.
And rightly so.
 
His mind
must be going
to and fro
over the perplexity
that is our world.
 
Nothing new about that
of course. There was and is
and always will be
all that dreadful stuff
mixed in with the wonderful
exhilarating inspiring soul
-cleansing moments
that make you want to
laugh sing cry
 
but my oh my
don’t ask me why
it is so
 
because I,
puzzled fellow,
do not know.
 
 
 
The photo is of a piece by Bernard Barnes.
I’ve written several blip poems recently
that have been inspired by his work.