Read Poetry: Essential, by Celeste de Wet

Is this the essence of it all?
Is it the all of what we have?
Is the essence mothers’ loving arms enfolding a broken heart?

Do we always know it all?
Is this the essence of it all?

What is your fact to be?
The centre of this revolving world?
The essential pivot?

Is it our peaceful contemplation of wisdom, the knowledge?
That we are all still students?

Would this be an important detail for future, for present?
Or should it remain in the past?

Is this your essence of it all?
Is this your essential?
Your essence of it all