do the squirrels wonder why
the ducks like water?
do the birds think
why we walk on the ground?
the flowers don’t question spring
they just have a deep need for sun
so that they can fill themselves with colour
so it should be with us, naturally
all of us carry deep doubts and, sometimes, regrets
is this my true life?
is this my true love?
we might go round in circles, for ever
as if life is a simple roulette table
perhaps it is,
hundreds of millions of years have passed, after all
since we were souls inside single cells
floating in the deep sea, drifting with the currents
and here we are now
life for us is short and fragile
so full of wonder
there are deeper feelings than those that you once said were deep
(but then you changed your mind about them anyway)
and floating on the surface seems to me
to be wonderful
we might float to the surface together