I used to wonder
if in the spring time
people feel breezes
cuddle them
the way I always do
or if the bite
of winter's cold
enlivens them
Does swimming
in the nude
feel like sliding
through molten silver?
Do the colours
of the autumn
paralyze them?
I used to wonder
if in the darkness
people feel starlight
envelope them
the way I always do
or if the air
of summer days
animates their skin
Does running
through a morning meadow
towing a kite
feel like flying
through a moistened cloud?
Do the sounds
of the forest
immobilize them?
I used to wonder
if in the sunshine
people feel the kindness
of it permeate them
the way it does me?
or if the tiny tear
upon my cheek
is but a drop of rain
Does loving
in the afternoon
in silken sheets
feel like dying?
Do the lightly
scented blossoms
strangle them
or do they come alive again?
I used to wonder...