Philosophical

Turn, turn, turn, to every season turn, turn, turn 
to every thing there is a season
a time for every purpose under heaven,
and was it Pete Seeger or the Byrds or God
who answered to the question,
Why?,
Because,
and what is the rejoinder of
the beleaguered mom or dad to
why does the sun come up
why does the sun go down
why are we born
why do we die,
and why does a simple two syllables matter,
why do we seek a cause 
a reason
when in fact there is no single cause
or definitive reason
that can be assigned to any happening
or any thought,
but it’s comforting 
that this Because is
the simple word that saves us
from being pawns 
in a random cosmic game,
or so we hope or think
as we crowd in
under its sheltering skirts,
and in answer to the great
Questions of Life
chant Because
Because
Because
and are calmed
and move on.