Reasons and the Obscure

There are a more

Than enough reasons

Sometimes they are

Slap you in the face obvious

A clock watched

Will not move

A kettle never boil

A night bus never come

Until you leave the stop

Of course they do

It is the waiting without purpose

That lingers

Too much time

Twiddling idle fingers

Looking at the obscure

How does a dog know

To stand by the door

Fifteen minutes before

He hears the car

Ears twitching

Tail wagging

Excited by something

That only he knows

Until the key is scraping

In the lock

Why does a clock

Try to keep ticking

Repeatedly sticking

At the same spot

The battery always dies

At twenty to five

Of course that might not be true

Between me and you

There are no real facts

Just an abundance of reasons

Sprinkled liberally

Over one of the few truths

We have yet to prove

Are just a loose connection

Of the obscure

Until we are sure

Of extant circumstance

We exist as a series

Of links

A chain of endless possibility

We fail to see

And yet are tied

To a belief in a prevailing system

Of self determination

When the only thing we know

For sure

Is that reason

Often flies

In the face of the obvious

And may endure

As an abstract concept

A precept

Hidden, as a rule

In the general meaning

Of obscure.