Big Mystery
By Dana Robinson

Who ever said, “You can’t get there from here”
Couldn’t have known the palm of their hand
Excepting the weather the pot holes and pitfalls
Springtime in the northland is with us again
Thoughts turn to love ‘cause we’re warm enough now
And all of the animals are showing us how

It’s under our noses all eyes to see
The fuse of creation the big mystery

Debris of the winter lay still on the ground
And a neighbor’s old hound is asleep in the sun
Down from the hill towns come boys on their Harleys
They’re grizzled and knarly but they’re just looking for fun
It’s an elaborate ritual of folks in their springwear
Tie dye and green hair make good company

It’s under our noses all eyes to see
The fuse of creation the big mystery

It’s a massive migration of warm blooded mammals
You’ve got hippies with sandals driving their bugs
Winnebago’s and U-hauls head north on the interstate
Conquering real estate that’s been vacant since fall
And down on the floodplain ferns and unfurling
Tulips are twirling their petals toward sky

It’s under our noses all eyes to see
The fuse of creation the big mystery

Before the corn ripens before the beans burst
Before the meadow wants rain for its thirst

It’s under our noses all eyes to see
The fuse of creation the big mystery

It’s under our noses all eyes to see
The fuse of creation the big mystery
 

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