Dave Bonta's "Inquire within" is only three short stanzas, but it packs in a quiet sort of self-portrait. The title sounds like a sign in a shop window, and the poem takes it literally: the speaker turns inward and looks around. What they find is a rogue, restless and unsettled, compared to a rose, which is an odd match. A rose is usually calm and pretty, yet here it is "unquiet," as if its beauty has thorns and a bit of mischief.
The second stanza suggests a mind shaped outside of books and churches, without formal instruction or religion. The doubled "never" sounds almost like a shrug, or a proud admission. The last lines loop back on themselves: the speaker finds a mind inside their own mind, as if thought can step back and watch itself. The mood is wry, curious and a little defiant. The speaker seems amused by what they discover rather than troubled by it.