Questions

Feared to ask

Questions rising,
cresting like storm waves
on a moonless night,
echoing as they crash ashore,
sweeping the sand free,
leaving room for still more
questions.

Answers won't come,
for sure, if questions
are not asked,
yet like tides
they sweep in, drowning
possibilities.
Sand in mind's oyster.

And yet, no pearl
because I haven't asked.