This is why I like to write: eight people, a ghost, and a well.
This is why the sun shines: because it can.
This is why accent marks are required for good writing: eldfjöll spúandi eldi frá innyfli jarðar.
This is why the romantic poets turned hardened and heavy: fleshy folds surrounding the mouth.
This is why the heart beats rhythmically: the tighter the head, the higher the note.
This is why the relation between jazz and blues is hard to define: juicy red pulpy fruit.
This is why existence is sometimes so enigmatic: gerunds.
This is why zinnias thrive in tough conditions: divine intervention.
This is why understanding oneself is often such a difficulty: turbidity currents.
This is why the caged bird sings: the blind games of your hands.
This is why poets never seem to make much money at their craft: vulgarly ornamental finery.
This is why the joy of poetry sings beyond the genius of the sea: continued circular movement.
This is why UFOs never land and introduce themselves the way a normal creature of intelligence would be inclined to do after traveling billions of light years through space: insufficient cosmetic for the cheeks.
This is why you do not hesitate at the swimming pool: our inner being is a bitter ocean of life and death and most people who practice Buddhism seriously do well with a pool when they enter it with the proper spirit of abandon and a good old-fashioned cannon ball.
This is why the earth revolves around the sun: refrigerator magnets.
This is why the first three minutes of the universe was so exciting: all sorts of strange things occur at a temperature of about 100 million million million million million degrees Kelvin, including vermicelli, Halloween, and wisdom teeth.
This is why nothing can ever be fully explained by science: thongs.
John Olson is the author of numerous books of poetry and (chiefly) prose poetry,
including Dada Budapest, Larynx Galaxy, and Backscatter: New And Selected Poems. He is also the author of four novels, including In Advance of the Broken Justy, The Seeing Machine, The Nothing That Is, and Souls Of Wind.