I.
do you know?
have you been?
have you been by the slant ways behind the hills there is store and have you
wandered much in it?
have you gone down the little rows and counted them?
have you looked into the tired eyes of weary mothers and fathers?
have you seen in them your mother and your father?
have you kissed with them your thoughts and wondered on the small
mystery of their being?
have you wondered at them looking at you(and what do they see)?
have you thought to reach out and touch them and ask them how they are doing?
have you wanted to look in their eyes and tell them that you know they are tired but there isn't much left to go and you know how hard it is and that you are sorry and that they are as soft and as infinite as your own self?
have you dreamt much?
have you gone out from the store, into the nice mouth of the city, and have you seen the same tired look in the same weary bodies?
II.
where have you been in the Summer?
have you been by the bank of a river?
did you let your toes in it, and did it feel so cool as to rush across them you suddenly want to pull them out?
and how did it feel, the first time you were kissed, and sweaty between the arms, you pushed in even tighter?
have you laughed much?
when was the last time you laughed?
did it feel as if it was the last time?
did you watch your laughter curl away into nothing like a vine of fume from a smoker's mouth?
did you watch it curl away and wonder if you might be lucky enough to laugh tomorrow(and did you wonder how many more days and nights you might be lucky enough to not laugh)?
did you cry after you laughed?
did you look down at your hands and marvel at the intricacies of your bone and flesh?
did you ever hold them up against the night sky and marvel at the tinniness of their work? (have you held them up before your face in a dark room and wondered what it would be like to not see?)
III.
have you struggled much?
do you ache, and are you sore?
do your muscles hurt?
do you feel heavy with obligation?
do you feel tired from living, and with life?
from where does your pain begin, and where does it end?
did it begin in the hands of someone you thought you loved? did it end in the empty stare of someone you thought loved you?
have you hurt anyone?
how did you feel?
did you tell yourself it was ok?
what did you tell yourself?
who were they?
why did you hurt them?
IV.
are you awake?
are you reading this?
will you wake up tomorrow (and every tomorrow until you don't), and will you remember this moment?
will it fade into nothing?
will you recall it suddenly in some still moment?
will you look out the window of your car on your way to work and catch the sliver of some stranger's face in the quick of your mind?
will you wonder on their life, and the sliver of your own face, caught in their mind?
and will you remember?
will you remember?