Writing to find not only the answer, but the question

Watched a fantastic spoken word poet on TED talks last night
She described using poetry to solve her problems or discover the answers to her questions
What happens when one doesn't even know the question?

I tuck the kids in bed
give them a tight squeeze
threaten that tomorrows liberties ride on their staying put
put on less annoying attire
position myself in my favorite corner of my tired overstuffed couch
balance my work issued laptop
(that has seen better days) on my thighs
neglect the switches that would otherwise illuminate the soft amber lights of my living room
and in a futile effort
attempt to make sense of the nonsensical vibrations
twitching about among the rhythms of sentiment
that flow between reason, expectation, and the
demoralizing loneliness of a well attended
but poorly attuned oblivious congregation
the clicking drone
gears of a cheap 3 inch clock
a hushed reminder of the dependable nature of time itself
moments pulsating
pouring the vitality into each sequential event....

(unfinished... ill come back to this tomorrow...)