Are you fond of the wind
Are you fond of the rain
Are you fond of the sun
Are you fond of the cold.
These are not questions
These are wonderings
Wonderings
Of course
Like what the hell
This is what we do.
Are you open
Are you closed
Are you naked
Is what you do naked
Are you hiding behind a label
What smells like eggs.
These are wonderings too.
eyes of blue
who needs glasses
-how to distinguish
colors of anything I did not define.
Are you empty
Do you live inside
Can you listen
Listen then
the noise in the street
Is it obscene to you
You now
frail with compassion.
Wonderings…
Yes dear one
They travel with us in our sleep
Wonderings
Stay the day
wondering and walking and waking
wandering
with why
you so fond of the wind
The street cars in the morning
-street cars…
I lay early in the morning and listen
They moan
Fatigued…
and rusted
Street cars now called light rails
Hells bells appear heavy
Run your ass over
Conscripted into agreement
Listening
Listing yet buoyant
fond of listening
predetermined
Or listing without ballast
listen with intent…
Hearing
finding
that sound inside…
Wonderings
Wonderings
Wonderments
The incomplete sentence
at peace with it all –