I often ask this question

I never have the answer though

And always when I have no answer

I write.

Thus, I write because I have no answer:

This could be an answer on this question -

An oblique stone thrown

Into the garden of the questioner and the answerer simultaneously

I hope the next poem of mine

Will start with a description of a beautiful landscape

Infants tottering in the green mall

Calmness

Totality of calmness

I will let a cute dog

Into the poem for more effectiveness

(It’s a common symbol of devotion,

And after all, influences positive emotions)

And the poem will be doomed to be an answer,

To be as trusty as an eyewitness

The evidence I shall give shall be the poetry

The whole poetry and nothing but the poetry

But when still asked:

Why do I keep writing?

I fearfully stare at the humpback abyss

Between the question mark and my body.