Wonderings

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 –