Just a Poet Doing His Job

Tuesday, June 09, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Freeway traffic rolls by in batches like ocean waves crest then touch the shore. Certain birds sing certain songs to sound the morning score. A clear blue sky spotlights a cool Spring gives way to Summer morning.

Wonder fell. See, it's a sentence, a record of what occurs every sunrise.

And a pun.

The pun is for people, the wonder for living life alive. Songbirds always sing a new song, give a morning report. Even dogs dream. Life wants new life; we yearn to make our dreams come true.

You see, amid all the flash and spectacle on our screens as of late, I know we all want something more. Something we haven't talked about in quite some time: Meaning.

All of our impressive technology and trips to The Moon leave it out. What's Life for? What's living all about?

There's a peaceful joyful knowing each sunrise brings. There's a great swell of emotion in each of us that Life matters for unquantifiable reasons. What's up with that?

Every seed wants to bloom, every person holds dreams they want to make real. Ever wonder why?

Science and AI alone aren't built to help with that question. But, yet, the question remains... Why?

A life without a recognition of the value of Life isn't worth the effort. We're more than stomachs with arms and legs looking to feed. There's so much more to the human heart than beats-per-minute. It's a metronome for the music of our lives.

Poetic words, wonder, hope, awe, and beauty have gone quiet for far too long.

So this poet works to fill the void we all feel as we pretend computers can make language. As if the mirror could wave to you if you didn't first.

What's Wonder Fell for?

Just a poet doing his job.

The lack of the products of my business require prolific efforts.

Every morning something worth wondering about with the sunrise.

Thanks for reading, for wondering.